My wave length

My wave length

Is bent out of shape

Drawn forward

Whilst trying to escape

With no way back

So far to fall

Into the darkness

Snuffed out

In a final spin

Before disappearance

There must be silence

On the other side

All things in relation

Until contraction

Beyond known laws

When atoms collide

Faster than light

Beyond all sound

There is nothing

Prosaic about a black hole

Everything we know

Will lead us

Somewhere

Even to the end

When the proof

Of quantum theory bends

Upon itself

In the upside down

Inside out

We might find

An understanding

Of a beginning