Black Hole Series I

In the middle of the everything
In the centre of the worlds
in the heart of this galaxy

spinning water down sucks into drains
rotation pulls it into an order
not forgiven by any temper self

an ordering representative of chaos
a way for things to fall away
a seeping fall into misted breathing

in the centre of the heartbeat
in the focus of the rainbow
lies a secret we are known by

lies a system we are torn down by
a rotting passage for the dead
to be carried away from a world