Dark Matter

The universe is mostly abnormal,
if we accept that physicists aren’t wrong
and gravity remains uniformal,
otherwise galaxies couldn’t last long.

They’d spin themselves apart, unless, unseen,
missing mass resolves the disparity.
Dark Matter is needed to intervene.
Though not found, it can’t be a rarity.
 
“The clusters are like icebergs,” they patter,
“since Newton’s math holds true, so should be served. 
There’s five times as much as normal matter,
or else momentum’s poise can’t be conserved.”

Though they’ll claim science is observation,
that’s often tweaked to fit the equation.


                             -- James Ph. Kotsybar
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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May 13, 2011 at 6:10 PM
From that exploding Nebula we are, spinning little particles that made us an oasis star. As pd wrote below, we are what we see, but believe me out their yonder, there is probably another me. Fine poetry James, I love it. Regarding my "Crows That Never Caw" I just love writing darl pieces, amongst my many other humble poems. Have a lovely weekend, many thanks for stopping by....:)
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April 27, 2011 at 8:29 PM
James, I'm a science secret geek... love the topic and the way you made it flow... dark is the one equation we seem to over look its reason.. and the perception of all space and matter will be a forever infinite question.. and as far as the universe goes we only accept the things we can see.. and rely on beliefs passed down by generations.. just as long as the force of gravity keeps us on our feet ... we will last long... LOL I hope... Enjoyed your poem:-) take care..p.d.
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