Needless Things: Laser Beams Symphony

A violin of voltage cuts through the void, Notes of radiation, sharp and alloyed. Trumpets of plasma ignite in the sky, Conducted by comets as galaxies cry.

Percussion of photons, relentless, precise, Cymbals of starlight explode into ice. The maestro’s baton is a beam of pure fire, Scoring the silence with spectral desire.

Each measure a weapon, each chord a scar, A symphony written in pulses of war. When darkness descends, the overture screams, An opus composed on a lattice of beams. NNN