by Patrick McCauley

Let there be light
so that I might be bathed
in electromagnetic waves
like holy water
to receive these thy gifts,
thy collapsed carcass
of the star that fused
the carbon in my cells.

Rejoice in your place
in the cosmos,
for you are the cosmos
at its most complex,
adrift in an ocean vast
past comprehension.

Strike out to sea humanity,
and we can ride the tide
of entropy past the planetary
nebula of the dying sun.

Go forth and find the horizon,
be it big freeze or multiverse,
it does not end here.