Your starry hosts

Mark seas of hellish fire

Your summer breezes stir

To hurl trains aloft

Your tender waves

Crush cities in their fury

A month I held

My thumb to the moon

And made it disappear

A month this moon

Moved oceans

So I looked

So I took instruction

So I shook with Agur’s lament:

“Surely I am too stupid to be a man.

Nor have I understanding

I have not learned wisdom,

Nor have I knowledge of the Holy One”