Darkest Site: A Poem

Darkest Site, in whom zero light appears,
Swallowing all quanta into yourself,
Even the hard devotion of peering
Eyes that record and measure and weigh all
Of existence against you. You are.
Let us craft an image to prove belief.
Not with wood or stone; neither carved nor hewn;
But aggregated with our tiny desks
Tethered to metal cyclops we will post
Around the earth to look up where and when
they’re told, as we collect then forge you who
Were once invisible.

                                      We now see you.
Our visible faith goes throughout the earth,
Empirical. Substantial. Peer reviewed
According to our cosmic scribes who preach
That Information crawled from the Darkest
Site, back, beyond time immeasurable,
Where Randomness, a favored god next to
Ourselves, happened to spill eventual
Complexities to backlog Darkest Site’s
History and meaning and mystery
And guard sacred data against all fools.

With eyes singularly fixed on Darkness –
How blind and lost go our unseen souls?

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