If I was to become an inferno a bit like the sun
some might think me hot and at night in spite of the heat beat upon my door

I resist the temptation to burn and for comfort look beyond the stars, the boulevards, singles bars and pick up joints and
in doing so I earn myself points
( redeemable at Costco. Tesco, and one more store called Phuket )

Far out where the way's untrod I plough through the universe which is a soulless sod of a place if you don't have directions, God gauges imperfections ( uses a micrometer) passing through Andromeda and still no sign,
If he truly could turn water into wine then why can't he put up a sign or at least a marker post or
if he is the holy ghost
he could spirit me out of here
if here is where it ends.

Where is this leading?
you're asking me?
what are they feeding you on
magic mushrooms?

There's no control
we're being
ground into dust
and then vacuumed up and
emptied into a black hole
or a wormhole
no soul
but
I already said that.