Memories tree out sending roots down and branches up.
We stand as neutrinos sweep through us
and mirror neurons play us.
Things that are essential(ly)
different
cannot affect each other,
yet the dark
matters of the world,
seemingly so invisible, 
in fact hold everything
together.

Without the dark
all would dis-solve 
the problem.
The light is cradled by the dark;
up is grounded by down.
We are what we see(m),
where two fabrics ripped
remember their sameness,
ripple with waves of wasness:
the brain the tree the fabric of space
sutures -- no, scars
the same scars
again
are not scars but echoes
and echoes are not echoes
because they always were.