107/365: Through the Shute
We get smaller and still smaller
as time spirals away with our bodies.
It's a funny thing
how it feels like travelling backwards
through a telescope as it shuts up.
Faster now. Faster!
And down and out we go,
through the shute.
I am writing one poem every day in 2016, and I am using the hashtag #365poems to document my progress.