Name extraction

On the tip of my tongue

I close my eyes to differentiate

sensuality and recall

only to get a glimpse

of another thing

I had tried to re-member

by conceptualizing

behind closed eyes

aimed upward toward the starlight,

the expansion of the universe 

is demonstrated before me.

There, dark matter doesn't care

about bonding and periodicals

or a sense of stability.

The first thought dissolves

into the next

continuum of generations.

The name I need jumps out

shattering the dim bliss.

It has been used before,

it is thinner now

in this event

not solid enough to hold more space

for future

consideration.

Painting by Isidre Nonell, Thinking (1906) in [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.