| Out of water came wind with its wings torn out, poured into a lake the size of states between countries— Signaled with cannon fire and steam whistles came light beyond darkness, above the roar of two trillion gallons an hour I watched the world illume of my doing, framing what for all eras of human record before had been unseeable, unknowable, this black planet now would never sleep, would never cease in any way— My God, I thought, stepping out to the edge, Buffalo a thin streak of yellow fire, the view so beautiful sound so fierce so vast so violent I closed my eyes and almost jumped |