Some text I came up with when thinking about the man. 2 versions.

v1

Fear takes hold, black void. In essence very empty. The watchers say all the visible matter, this room and its contents, buildings, people, stars, planets, asteroids, nebulae, comets and so on, make up only a small piece of the bigger picture, 5% of the universe, of everything. The rest is invisible, or black, the watchers call it dark matter and dark energy, not understood, not yet. I am now so conscious of my heart raging, its beat, its pump, like my ribs are about to be cracked and twisted, splitting as it surfaces into this place, as I see the open space in front of me, feel the eyes and lies burrowing in to parts of me where there are no pores, digging and cutting into my very being.
They paint you, when their confronted, as a cutter in a forest of industry, usurping, upturning. Got to be weary as a straight jacket dreamer, I wish away my gravity.

v2

Fear takes hold, black void. In essence very empty. All the visible matter, this room and its contents, buildings, people, stars, planets, asteroids, mountains, nebulae, lakes, comets and so on, together hold a small piece of a bigger puzzle, 5% of everything. The rest is invisible. The watchers call it dark matter a matter of energy, does anyone understand it? I am now so conscious of my heart raging, its beat, its pump, like my ribs are ready to be cracked and twisted, fragmented as it surfaces into this black place. I see it open in front of me, feel the eyes and lies burrowing in to parts of me where there are no pores.
They paint you, digging and cutting into your very being. When they are confronted, like a cutter in a forest of industry, usurping, upturning. Got to be weary as a straight jacket dreamer, I wish away my gravity.