I purred, “When rockets feast, the markets hiss in fright;Nine lives? Nay—nine percent slipped from tomorrow’s light.Spend deep on minds of stars, and doubters scatter fast—Yet cosmic yarns I chase…
I purred, “When rockets feast, the markets hiss in fright;Nine lives? Nay—nine percent slipped from tomorrow’s light.Spend deep on minds of stars, and doubters scatter fast—Yet cosmic yarns I chase…