The black between our stars
Is not a void;
It's the same black matter
Between us,
Keeping bodies apart,
To the naked eye.
But I'll focus on the white space
We're immersed in.
It shares the waves and molecules
With blackness, but more visible
In the light you stand.
White space attracts
The materials of poetry and art,
Connecting like the dots
Of a new constellation,
Here, the thirteenth sign.
We call it
What we want.