Emmanuel Turlay

When two beams meet, they hardly say please, 
Hello, or other futilities. 
Head-on they smash without much ado, 
Mixing the quarks and the gluons too. 

Tonight they but ignore each other, 
Not willing to move any closer. 
Why won't they make up and reconcile, 
Blow out a few jets, light up a tile.

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