DREAM A LITTLE DREAM OF DIVINE RECOLLLECTION
Stiff in the form of a body's corpse, corpus dillecti in the frequency of Life's form of substance
Woke up this AM with wood, it's too late for all of that, nobody cares about the instance in pants
Revelation is the deliverance of the protocol into you, into me & everyone alive now, tomorrow
Princes and queens stood for Nothing & still do the same thing and will be done, rerun TV show.
Blood runs with the wolves, runnin' in the pack all I knew but the more I found out, well then
Playin' the solo of the 7th frequency of initiation, I'm busy & only the gods can give requiem
Cut down all of the trees that used to hide the sky, now they're all gone for good, we pass by
In fields and metropolitan manipulation of Life itself, the result of a Big Bang evolution high.
It's not my data, it's the datum that follows from the fact of life, you live & then you die
It will never matter whether or not you rock yourself to sleep, in a muddy water of lies
The impossible might happen but it's highly unlikely and improbable, as above, so below
Nobody knows the Truth, it's all a guess at the feather in a cap, you had to be there to blow.
Too thrilling for the fabulous ones y'all thought y'all were, just to leave it all behind me
Never a funny line when the joke is on you, you'll get the drift of the winner's cup of glee
Hits and misses for the duration of eternity, don't shoot the messenger, it's a fact, Jack
No time for the back and forth of the skeptical attitude to the nature of the beast's crack.
Leave it to us all, the strong will survive and the weak will perish, what do we do now?
Truth is you go nowhere when you die, you were nowhere before you were conceived
Standing in your way to point the path to redemption from the ignorance of the dead
Priests and nuns who taught your parents to blindly believe in fantastic & just blow.
That the whole shebang is now exposed in its nakedness, without a judge or a jury too
Guilty of the high fallutin' innocence of the subordinated species' conflagration spew
Arise from the sleeping at the wheel, resurrect yourself & release your guilt of others
Those predecessors of your heritage are all unknown to you, you & their souls fears.
Dreaming and then waking up while still dreaming, as if this the final, faux conundrum
Water the liquid created out of gas molecular fusion of hydrogenated oxygen systems
Standing or lying down in a comfortable, warm place, under your control ad infinitum
Epistemologically challenged because you don't want to know anymore Space-Time's.
Darkness all around the river's edges, dancin' with the cold wind, still fishin' for steelhead
No river rises without my blood gettin' hot for the castin' & catchin' for the fight roe-fed
One last thrust into the unknown lookin' for trouble hook of fight for life, catch & release
Beat in the back of the band's stage, a cymbal of symbolic gestures to the drums' peace.
Loud or silent, just noise comin' in for the free beer and wine, doors all get locked 'til 4
Stuck in the booth at the rear of the bar, I couldn't stare the tequila down, I got bombed
Truth stayed buried until today, I ran into the empty bus and it collided with the finality
Not my fault, or maybe it was, either way, I'm dead & gone, nobody in hell-Cielo but me.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Samedhi, Holloween, 10-31-2026 AD @ 411 PMPST
{ Jacked this up with a pack full of trouble on a moonlit night, The Bayou Outlaws, Dark Americana link for youTube @ https://youtu.be/cspL8rjal-o?si=Hu3n2hM2J9pYjXg3 }
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