The equation for orbits is surprisingly the same
As those for objects going down a drain.
The great swirling majesty of the Milky Way
May be the galaxy's mode to throw its trash away.
It fascinates us from a distance
And confounds us while we're in it,
Much like the forest we can't see
For the trees.

But before you say, "Well, there's no hope,"
Take yourself a bar of organic soap and enjoy the bath.
Who's to say that the mysterious flow
Of the cryptic dark matter that makes us go around
May be as holy as the holiest universal solvent?
We can pray that it is a drain that takes us to the wetlands,
And that the sewer is a sanitary one.

-jenn