The winds make the woods

More mysterious.

The clouds disguise the clarity of the air.

What is the black in lacquer?

Deep enigma draws me

Like a dream oracle 

Into the dark matter of the sky,

An infinite equation

That never can be solved.

I come to a solution in the present,

Only to find, another derivative has been taken

And carries The One into the future.

A raincrow coos outside my window,

And now my room feels full

Of dark energy.

-jenn