By Tatiana Suarez-Pico
Sharp minds encasing the universe's dark matter
A time bomb
That hides behind a stutter
Restless arms patting their chest, landing in pockets with aplomb
Bodies disconnected from heads
Filling seats with empty air
While their faces rest, maybe on meds
Some just look up and stare
Knowing what I must do, I reach for the matter between their eyes
A thick string of dark gold
They're suprised by how wise
Is their mold
The end is only the beginning
For them, the key, is believing.
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