Though disbelieving visions, Newton sleeps
And dreams dark matter does his stars coerce.
Too unequivocal is reason’s curse,
When stars no spirit stir within the deeps.
Thus missing mass into Omega creeps,
While Ptolemaic epicycles nurse
A woe-torn hopelorn empty universe,
And God within his mausoleum weeps.
Unworthy empty space must meaning be?
Perhaps unveiled attraction modified
May comprehend the song the plenum sings.
But I, bereft of truth and good, can’t see
How beauty permeates creation’s bride,
Nor fit words find for handling holy things.