I share a home with dark matter, measured yet unseen, No edge, no name, no promise of reveal. I fill the space where answers have never been, Beyond the reach of proof, untouched by appeal.

I look soft like marshmallows And I'm wet like dew I'm up in the sky And looking at you I can look like anything that comes to your mind If you feel good Then you're on my nine

I have claws, yet i am not dangerous. i am tiny, and covered in fur. i make noise, but my personality is always different

I run, yet never walk. I have a bed but never sleep I have a mouth but bever speak

Silence grows where walls embrace, a breathing pause in softened space. Birdsong falls from open air, a quiet place hidden here.