And God saw the light
and it was so-so.
He tried to reshape it
but each time he touched the photons
butterflies burst forth.
When each of God’s breaths
passed into the beams
a new language took shape.
The radiation in the light
burned God’s hands.
As he tried to reshape the beam
carbon based life sprang into existence
when the photons carried sloughed skin
to planetary surfaces on the solar wind.
Eventually God turned light off
to work on the source
in the dark void where he was accustomed
to getting things done
with a lack of complication.
God grew frustrated with the unfixable source.
He squeezed it between both hands.
A great explosion took place
generating hundreds of billions of smaller lights
that being scared of their creator
ran away from God in every direction.
And God saw those hundreds of billions of lights
and thought them good.
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