That Day Has Come Poem by Michael Walkerjohn

The weight of
empty space.
Pretty heavy!
Always in the
mix of God, of
spirit… Angel out
from heaven in the
infinity of all life
some things from
no things equally
are equivalent too
that one's life giving
loads of shot-o-goo!
Ya know what I mean?
Come, into this Universe.
It is the only game in town now!
Each, a piece of that thing known as
reality… sit still, and compare notes with
a truly unified field. A cube, an angle, any
rectangle… when energized creates what?
From our star; 93 million ‘of miles afar
11 dimensions; totally awesome and
bazaar! Fat Freddie skinned his kat
His kat shat! in Fat Freddie' Hat
Kat shat in a Hat? Conclusively
that is clearly not snot or scat!
It, is simply; scat shat in a hat!
Got that? Yah phuuckin animals!
A rubric metal; some trillions of tons
and a Higgs field; what is to be done?
Living emptied with Humpty Dumpty?
My, are we all having so much fun!
Forever, does not apply to stars.
Brown Dwarfs are not… dwarfs!
Some are really; exceedingly large!
and awfully close by… The Higher
Truth Channel; technical proofs
just you YouTube it; and say oops!
Conclusions, conclusions, conclusions
an illusionary, mooning's spooning…
Say, did not that ‘Cow' jump its ship?
Humanity lives… but has no meaning
we arrived too late on this scene.
As animals called mammals
we eat our own scat and
die too young to see…
The true nature of
the universe…
What could
be worse?
What is now
so close to US?
Wormwood' System
That Day Has Come!