As to the origin of matter: Cottage space and free time contend at unexplored depths.
Past is no guarantee of future promise.
Anywhere farther, dark matter is a lot more obvious, a nonverbal compromise. But you and I know more; our cottage industry is up next, forging newer and more colors, so I’m flapping my arms in front of me, keeping a few novel resemblances to myself. 

Maybe I’m afraid of being abducted. Off to a thoroughly unnerving, bigger anywhere, the other half’s anywhere ...

At the very tips I’m pink, divining our fixed up eyes that are mapped, hey, whoa, how awful!
how much closer to the maker are we now ... So be ready.