Mighty are You, oh Photon,
and remarkably strange.
A single Quantum You are,
Indivisibile by any means
in Space and Time,
and yet they assign Thee
a Shape and a Duration to
puzzle and bend the mind.
Since, for all we know,
Time can be sliced,
making the playful youth
distinct from the dusk of life,
and Space too, separating
a stinking dungeon from
a sun-lit royal room.
Oh, Photon, reveal Thee
to my inadequate mind
since else under the weight
of Thy Mystery it will
wither and cease to thrive.
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Stan Sýkora, Castano Primo, 11 May 2010
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