Philosophical

Ultra-massive black hole TON 618 spans 
End to end eleven of our solar systems 
Between two poles outside made out of wood 
Spans a telephone line and upon we may find 
Turtle doves cooing away in the daylight 
Often times we slip away into systems 
Generations have built on the shoulders of 
Giants grown tall over time not forgotten 
Yet one finds oneself to ponder 
On the very nature of space 
When there are places so vast 
Subjected to such gravity 
Like the conversation of intellectuals 
Compared to the genius communicated 
By the simple barking of the inbred

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