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.

Fuel Fix Waste Grow

That’s it. That’s all
Of it, Earth’s four-
Horse team for life—
Get fuel, fix things,

Purge waste, and grow.
Keep cell or cells
Well fed. Keep tools
Well-honed, stay poised—

Run smooth, not too
Hot, not too cold.
Shove off the waste.
Grow and then split

Or fuse. Grow more.
Eat more. Fix more.
Don’t drown in waste.
Use it. Lose it.

Whole Can Be Small

Then there’s that dawn when it’s done
All a day needs to do just

To be dark and then add light,
A bit of road noise, spring birds,

Throats full of the same few notes,
And you have not checked the news.