Guest Post: The Gravity Poem

  It was She in the singularity, who showed Her face at the beginning of time, who in the muted cacophonous explosion danced the guapacha. A pullulating symbiotic relationship formed, as the string section played a riotous symphony of discordant mayhem, that was eloquent silence. Defeated by the fervid furnace …

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