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