Some Missing Knowledge

I have folded myself into a principled receiver
Enveloped by the radiation of other worlds,
Refusing to believe such things
And teased into perhaps transmitting a bit more softly

Physics has no morals, is immune to inducement
They will emit at a certain frequency
Or they will not emit at that frequency,
Aggravating the few storytellers.

And when I observe these heavens
I have, in my brief forever, always looked
In any convenient place for a crowbar
Or a familiar, comforting axe.

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