Root Cap

Adorn

Where matter is not, space intervenes. Because it seems to be the emptiness atoms need, its presence maybe a way our absence is pregnant.

The Sex Dimension

Just as earthworms create galleries that exploit the inscrutable pores of space, so do moths & dogs, trees & fish, rain & sunlight, even dream & remembrance. Gravity seeps through it & the everlasting can't help but penetrate. Sometimes we mistake it for the swell of dark that worries us; or think its interstices no more than the breath our cells  have abandoned.

We will never know it as “naked space” for there is no purity, no absoluteness forced from any burying. Yet as a hole it may trouble us—why are we what it needs to receive?
In "afterlife" we will learn of the space worms endeavor to create---all incite intercourse, be it the pores matter pregnant, or those the dead make penetrable. It is the influence of the vanished, the absence decay grows; the appetite that excites the worm; the reassuring dark that surrounds our world.

It is the dead wasting into emptiness, the galleries of which space greatly anticipates.

The Mater Of Matter

We begin in a pore & end in the presence of the vanished. Even the dehiscence of stars & their “seeds” that seek to endeavor the complexities of sex, join us there. With some torment, we give in to this sprawl of emptiness—yet it is no more than what an egg must penetrate.

Of soil etc.: fertile; prolific; teeming with

Sex makes death an issue of great import because Death is pregnant with sex which is how we remember the dead.

Matters

In the absence of emptiness there are aggregates, and where emptiness is present, there are pores, and the “necks” of pores that connect to other matters, the absence of which is the matter we know. The matter we know is consumed & reduced to excrement, to the voids of death where it is ravished by the mysterious extravagance of this emptiness.

But the matter we know gathers & penetrates: humic clay, bacterial ooze, root exudate, mucus of hypha, waste of fauna; dispersion forces, filamentous actinomycetes, sloughing of root caps, genesis of meristems, adventuring mycelia, "hands" of the fingering protozoa, biofilms of considered agglomeration, & by virtue of those who open & skin the emptiness, biopores that feel their way through soil—all these "things" that touch us when we die & spire us with such as we grow.
But what is touched is mostly untenanted—these “holes” & those held in place by aggregates, in great excess, grow together as the "matter of space". Captured by the dark of our universe, light is neither the matter of emptiness nor the matter that makes us. It's sorta like encouragement.