Into the Vortex, A rabbit hole, fallen… A coordinate in time, not birth, but t=0; No bang, just collapse! Into a black hole, Your mouth at the centre of our vortex.
No multiverse, instead: Daughters – black holes – of mothers. Comfort and saccour? In God, in heaven; the Mother from which you collapsed.
Dangling tits in black pools submerged. Those daughters of a daughter. And some, too. Swimming in a tear duct, A humongous pore. Teats! Swirling in a vat, On God’s porous face, Life and death, Pulls down.