The light echoes in roiling waves,
whispering, shuddering, in twisting paths
that have no definitive beginnings or ends
in a place where all find total internal reflections
and echo unto the thousandth generation,
until there is observation, and waveforms collapse
in void that does not seem to exist, binding
around an unbroken lattice and so becoming real.
But the content, and the observer, are at issue--
what is watched, and what watches, and
watches the watchers and
the watchers' watchers, for only the final
in the chain determines what is observed,
but when all disturbances settle
and the chain resolves,
the chain is not resolved and will never resolve,
for there will never be a final observer.
If there is, will it be God?