The means by which light is made
Implies the primacy of beings
Who are so conscious and creative
They can manifest as galaxies
In the most artistic ways
Light that never stops working
In the endless fields of darkness
Toward which it seems to be speeding
Confident it cannot will not
Be extinguished in the depths
Certain even if all the lights go out
It will only take a moment
Before they all come on again
The gentlest among them
Has given its assurance and consent
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