Wily

The cosmos pulls too strongly
Together. The cosmos flies
Too rapidly to pieces.

There’s so much that you can’t sense
That’s instead hypothesized.
Every estranged measurement

Enhances the mysteries,
Which you, for your own reasons,
Foreground with the adjective,

Always the same adjective,
Diurnal ape adjective—
Dark. Matter or energy,

Dark. Something unaccounted
For which you are reluctant
To credit sly gravity.