to want both
peace and quiet,
as if the two
were mutually inclusive.
But to what extent
could the heavens be
nonviolent
when the light
in which all
consciousness subsists
was born hence
by bombs of such
merciless velocity?
It may be soundless
in space, yes—
and weightless too,
in some sense—but
the most crucial
expedients
to this very thought
were loud, hot
explosions
none the less.
