In the beginning, the four forces separate in vain
Only one, gravity can’t push, it only pulls things astray
Before that, the four dimensions split up, just the same
Only one, time, fell off early, and now only goes one way
Are you calling foul play?
Why, even today…
…Nothing you throw, down into a black hole
Can swim fast enough, to escape the place
Then don’t throw it!
Just lower it down, on a fishing line
And reel it back in, at your own pace
How do we know, we’re not ‘in’ a black hole?
And we’re singing, to the far boundary
Which moves further away
Just like what we see today
That point of view, better suits me
I’m sure ‘God’ wouldn’t separate himself
From part of the Universe
He has no choice, spacetime escapes
Into black holes, as a matter of course