It’s important to end on a positive note,
And to clean out my mental palette;
Isn’t that an error, a typo?
No, I just made that world up,
Conjured it from my imagination,
And built it with my raw hands,
Don’t you mean bare hands?
My hands are raw from handling black holes,
—In my universe’s nascent state,
Things would tend to get hot to the touch;
We’re combining literary worlds now?