A Mutiny Of Sorts Poem by Patti Masterman

Your mutinous hijinx wanderlust
Has hijacked my vacuous neutron dust;
My element's voids are growing fatter,
As quarks and bosons get even gladder.

My particle trails are glowing bright,
Phosphorescing into the stars tonight;
They're searching for any slight trace, of you
In every galaxy and cosmic flue.

The vaccum of space is emptying out
Like the end of a black hole's seeking snout
For wherever your light is, there go I:
The universe can't hide that smile.