by Nick Gisburne
Our voyage to the future is delayed
The tunnel is too slippery for time
Announcements say the wormhole has decayed
A paradox of subatomic slime
The tourists at our table are upset
Millennia of travel now at stake
We booked to see what hasn’t happened yet
The universe just paused and took a break
Mechanics, trained in technical support
Are keen to turn it off, then on again
But that would make infinity too short
So one of them just pokes it with a pen
They’re whispering in scientific slang
The only words I catch are ‘big’ and ‘bang’
