Thursday Night

I was too high
& started to ponder anything
That might make us all die
With a winking infliction
Designed to nullify

Like the black hole waiting at the edge
To violently break us up
Into a trillion pieces
The field is varying in state
& crushing every blessed trace
In its vile cerises

When I came down
I listened back to the tape
Cos you never know
What might make a decent song
& how much is just dumb

I mumbled on & on
About the contours of improvement
& building kindness into
The core of any callow movement

It tends toward remote
So we divide by zero