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Grandsons 

Are not suns.

They do not shine
For billions of years

Racing through space
Away from each other

Bending nothing indelibly
In gravitational waves

No one notices.

They race into our hearts
Moving what matters

Marking everything
In their way

Towards our need
For another day

Held together...

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