Interstitial time
locked in a rent
in the continuum.
Space is bent in on itself,
a temporal Klein bottle.
Inside the event horizon
Shroedinger’s cat
is compressed
until the purr
of the naked singularity
can no longer be heard.
The Escherian path
winds slowly across
the Königsberg bridges
crossing each once
until the twins are
no longer paradoxical
but merely lonely.