Turtle Physics: All Is Stardust But

Like an excited smear of photo luminescent bacteria, Trembling with a beauty so fearfully short lived, On a dark globe, 'mother earth, ' that is itself stardust, Mankind's cities gleam feebly, tremulous, at night Against the infinite blackness that is space. Space that is itself the ultimate black body, For no light, no energy, can escape its depths. Light is only seen here, in fact, If you happen to be in its way, As it rushes past on its way to equilibrium, A kind of stasis, where everything is the same, And God, if He exists, perhaps melts into all we know, Imagination, now indistinguishable, From the lack thereof, A lover you will never see again. And the star you still see hanging From the branch of the universe's tree, Like the turtle of ancient lore That carries the earth on its back, Is not the same star at all But a star diminished by a single photon of light You know, the one that struck your fancy, Impacting the retina of your eye, which is actually Naked brain, grey matter exposed to light. This photon, in so loving you, Surrenders its identity completely, Just for the chance to warm you one iota. I wonder what, in fact, happens to a photon, That in all of time, does not strike anything? Has it too served God's purpose? Oh God, please promise me, That when You dream, Your dreams will always be, If not of me, then, at least of this creation, For, Oh God, it is so beautiful!