if you were to survive
falling into a black hole
the experts tell us
–and by experts i mean
neil degrasse tyson–
you would be spaghetti-fied
stretched from the edge
of the even horizon
all the way to the center
of that dark star
it might take forever
to reach the singularity
and who knows if you would feel it
pain is information
and information stays stuck
on the inside of horizon
and time stands still
or seems to
on the outside edge
all my assumptions
about you
are just hawking radiation
boiling out into space
maintaining a screwed up
sense of equilibrium
we can’t make contracts
with the devil
to prevent the heat death
of the universe
we’re already rushing away
from ourselves at the speed
of light
This is way too brainy for my little mind to comprehend. I can see you as a scientist or physicist.
Nah, don’t say that. Watch enough PBS and you can talk about this stuff like you understand it, just like me. 😀
I liked the physicality of the poem…
This makes me smile and think and wonder and say “yep.” And space. All my favorite things. 🙂
Thank you. Glad I could make you smile.