The Song in the Spin

Treat one black hole as one point,
A speck of dust with no edge.
You’ll see things that you had not,

Such as one hole in the wake
Past a smash of two of them,
Like a small boat in the waves.

This is good math. It should help.
We can’t help, but note that if
There’s one thing to see for sure,

Squint a bit and there’ll be two.
There’s none or there’s more than one,
More than one sign if there’s noise.