dazzling upon
a pair of perfectly
proportioned
laser beams
he grows old
yet nimble, awaiting
his gravity wave
more than likely
he'll have come
and gone
before there's a blip
on anyone's screen
for AE
dazzling upon
a pair of perfectly
proportioned
laser beams
he grows old
yet nimble, awaiting
his gravity wave
more than likely
he'll have come
and gone
before there's a blip
on anyone's screen
for AE
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