Matter of Fact (a poem)

  Suddenly, with seven sounds
light shelters day all around
spirit designs masses know
quark them with time slowing down

  A spectral harmony of chords
data wave mist shores
constant is all true motion
before every ocean the Lord

  Sent a single consonant
string vibration remnant
dark energy syllables
space apart full grown plants

  Worms swim the ocean deep
chasing new moments to keep
worms infiltrate under ground
where those that drown may sleep.