Universal Boom and Gloom
By Yanna
My force is not digital
My power is global
My shower is orbital
Real time astrological
It is said they sped when I fed their head
The burden of lead did not append
I led light and fast but now they pretend
That I would not one day send them all to bed
Dispense this nonsense
This dense past tense
I’m IT and you’re me
Time, space, suction, gravity
I still stretch when you go
But oh, that big, black hole!
Will it grow into ME?
No sound, no light can hear nor see
What spacetime has made and laid out for me
Am I the physician, the great magician?
Answer Nature: my feared Terminator-Creator
