The Fairies of Dark Mass

The pantheism has made them dull, dropping from inhibition with a nose full of stardust.  
The aether god consumes the perturbations of space and bends curves in galaxies steady    
with the hand dug into    
the expansion of gravity.    
    
The frills of the universal robe    
open to the glitter moths of black horizons    
whose wings spurt off in dandelion seeds    
of jetted particles.    
     
But even at the center, the dark made whole,    
as the bloat was uncounted by ray bursts    
and the light of the sky could not engage the fluid bulbs    
     
as the aether cannot be reduced or destroyed,    
but it grows in some way unconserved.    
And the fairies of similar isolated systems    
invoke more than stars    
to pantheistic worship    
and more than that    
is the uncertainty of what is laid on the alter of the chemical table    
as the physicists plead to lower probabilities    
for less free will    
that could give true believers    
a knowable universe.    
     
Still, still    
might we yet know God, the God of proton, the God of neutron    
or some other crystalline ripple through the further undefined    
and feel the entropic collapse given a non-random determination?    
The fairies of the dark mass    
in the pipes of acoustic oscillation    
of a dejected catechism    
by the God of electron also that gave no reason as the gods of the Other    
that even it might be intuited in this unmeasured principle.