BLACK HOLE

Containing nothing that’s ambivalent,

more than dark,

which would only be dreary,

death’s non-spiritual equivalent

crushes our intellect to theory.

Passage through is most certainly

one way,

and thus it incites our speculation.

What would occur,

if we wandered astray

into this singular aberration?

It’s relative

to where you’ve placed your clocks.

From outside, we’d seem to fall forever.

Beyond that,

it’s puzzling paradox.

We only know

that we’d leave it never.

A downward orbit is how it begins,

and nothing’s jolly when gravity wins.