Ghosts

Found poetry/literary collage (from The Ministry for the Future by Kim Stanley Robinson)

We are all definitely always falling apart.

we are all like quarks, which are the smallest elementary particles,

unearthly, incandescent white birds, floating on black water

Beautiful creatures.  Bodies so white against the black water that they looked like intrusions from another reality

That would explain the way water rolled off them, the way light burst away from them, or perhaps right out of them

We don’t know about dark matter.

if we are similar to those dark-matterinos,

it is in the way light and dark are similar

Two parts of a whole, perhaps

orange and chocolate, chocolate and orange

bitter and sweet, dark and light.

Dark matter is not actually dark, it is invisible

our absent self, our shadow, our twin

we fly through each other like ghosts

shadows running off the west edge of the world

Though it was hot, the air had gone dark; there were clouds building overhead

a thunderstorm was imminent

It would be a relief when it came

and then the sun cracked the eastern horizon.