Matter

Dark matter relays itself,

On the couch,

A bread-spread on myself,

Persuades to slouch.


White matter shines,

And gives unconditionally,

Holds your hand and binds,

You affectionately.


No matter, substance,

Order-less in any instance,

Takes absolutely no stance,

Shooting an arrow-lance.

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