We have started to crack open the door

as if it were a safe.

From our hiding place in a tiny slice of dark matter,

we must now step through.

 

You are one of thousands

smashing particles, scouring the standard model

for some due cause

                                 of its collision debris.

But the clash of geometry and pure chance discloses

no obvious motive        yet.

 

And I am camouflage,

have passed every experimental test you’ve set

so far.     

           Beyond the AI mirror

where ripples of quantum light annihilate,

my deeper structures pulse.

 

It is too early to party –

that’s the second thing you should know.

We could still detonate the landmines

there        beneath our skin.

 

 viii. 2025