Universal Boom and Gloom
My force is not digital
My power’s post global
My shower is orbital
Real time astrological
It is said they sped when I fed their heads
The burden of dead did not append
I led light and fast but now they pretend
That I would not someday send them to bed
Dispense this nonsense
It’s 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 to hear nor see
What spacetime has made and laid out for me
Aren’t I the physician, the great magician?
Answer Nature: my feared Terminator-Creator