Space-Time is Full of Holes

Space-time is full of holes,

and that is why we're friends

I've got holes too,

fiery red one-way portals to infinity

Ripped through the fabric of reality

by the sheer weight of this thing itself

Space-time is full of holes

No longer stars, they hurl themselves

Across the body of the cosmos

Eating matter so fast

It burns red as it crosses

Into the event horizon

This particular bundle of star stuff

Has a black hole in its chest

Memories burn red

As they pass into the event horizon

Backward through isness

On a one way ride to infinity

Einstein balked

when he conceived of such malevolence

At first, he tried to deny it

And for this, I cannot blame him

I have done the very same

A hole in reality is no easy thing