Saturday, November 27, 2021

plughole

 

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.

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