A distant train vibrates the air.
Even in my home.
What power to touch an ear -
drum so gentle from here.
A tweet from Australia.
Is read by me shirtless in Texas.
What power to touch my eye.
So gentle from here.
These things like projectiles.
Shot through air and wire.
Surrounded by the fullness of space.
Flowing around them all of it fluid.
Except me, see this machine.
We know and can explain.
Yet besides it we ask the engineers.
Are galaxies made and destroyed.