It’s time to
go down the plughole,
Where the
whirly waters whirl,
And vault
into the vortex,
Where currents
continually curl.
It’s time to
alter your orbit
Like a star
approaching its end,
Or a hair floating
in a bathroom sink,
So you’ll
get pulled down the black hole,
Where both
time and light will bend,
Then travel
by drainpipe and sewer
Be riverbourne
into the ocean,
Evaporate and
fall again as rain,
Back to
earth, where more plugholes await.
