And the smoke, as its memory, smells the dust with a grey grace
The capsule in its journey, still... in the vast space of dark
Holds remnants of the ashy entropy, left among light and spark
The spark speaks of tales to the mighty ground, as it burns and soothes
The sky splashes ambrosia, veiled in hope and despair of youths
They search and find, explore and hide, the box Pandora** once had
Confusion and clarity aside, Hope-Fairy the mad box did add
In those hopes, they dwelled among feisty forests and witty waters
Mystics in cerulean depth and virid mane beyond authors
They led and followed, the light and dark of glassy bodies and souls
Unbeknownst to common knowledge, they mend and end old and new roles
For a festooned embrace of this and that is the way, spelt in writs
Intertwined in crests and troughs, dwells every life in blinking qubits
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* LV refers to the Launch Vehicles (or rockets)
** Pandora and Pandora's box is a reference to the Greek mythological character and the story of the box she had.
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