The Diameter of a Glass

I think about a lot of things;
The diameter of the Earth,
The smoothness of scotch,
What it would feel like to die.
I wonder if it's something like sleeping.
I think I'd like that.

I want to pretend like I don't believe
In churches,
In spiritual beings,
In an afterlife.
Mostly, I don't want to live for an eternity,
Not even in paradise.

I think about a lot of things;
The smoothness of the Earth's rotations,
The diameter of my glass,
If it was worth the risk to find out
Whether I would get my longed-for sleep
Or not.