The zenith of Joseph's cosmogonal faves.
Joe's poised as each fresh set the Milky Way laves,
his cortices stirr'd by how spacetime behaves.
Gravity waves, gravity waves.
Each new theory swells as an older one caves.
Joe's thought garners scorn; others' theories rates raves.
Still, the guy gains the gold who views Delphian braves.
Gravity waves,
gravity waves.
Success festoons who the peculiar path paves,who in Science's script the next paradigm graves.
(Note: that nabs a Nobel which appearances saves.)
Gravity waves, gravity waves...
(The thoughts herein...? Not necessarily Dave's.*)
* Physicist and philosopher David Z. Albert
