Of two black holes dying twin-bound
your message-kite lifts me sky high
Ah those views, and that steep fall
Happiness has a violent view
Of life's ability to disintegrate
sound waves refuse to traverse
Vast spaces of petty-quarrels
Happiness comes empty handed
Takes my all, leaves me full
And walks away singing a tune
In the sheer vaccum of this afternoon
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