further than six sigma

Always sleepy never sleeping
awake aware aloof
debased the drunkard dies
groaning in a gutter
and one large fat candle
goat grease I imagine
goes hyper-super-duper-nova
creation bright
while sentient entities' entreaties
forlorn and wistful are ignored
by sentries sent centuries
before the aeons of dissolution
those entropic cataclysms of yore
when standard deviations stretched
further than six sigma
while gods and demons
flattened the universe
never arriving
always approaching
the end.