God's Math-Matic-All-One (Whispers From The Machine) Poem by Carlos Eser

Relate to this...
Human form has a fatal twist,
Kind of like a shell, a cruel fate
The number becomes Phi-los-sophy
Thirteen over eight to Sigma, infinite noughts
Reality please...
Get this... Figma-G-Nation
Kepler, Pithagorus united... Uni-τ-3d
The one dot six... infinite; Draws lines
Reality kind of twists
A nut, to be is to see -verse in uni-form
Cloaked in white-form, true form three...
Ratio or Rah-two-zero
From a cosmic sea...
Relate to this sea which is unseen
Kind of like a wave, a tide of fate... such horror!
In a nutshell, when I was Shakespeare...
I said, 'Such a tragic Math-Matic-Breath'
Unseen but felt like fabric... Zea-l
Like Solomans seal
One dot one zero zero one one one -Eternity
Reality please...
A nut hard to break and inside a terrible fate
Twisted eights... 'n a two minus eight 3d -relate
Newton, Darwin, united a Matic-0-Fact
Bi-zero-Clue-Sion...
Relate the unseen, felt in Three-D'yer see
This means, Binary the Matrix... Roth-One
God's Math-Matic-All-One...
From the theory of sum.