by Richard Joseph Stephan -
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Yet someone brushed the canvas and scratched the paper surfaces, whomever, genius ho-ore
Now on to the next function in the calculus, as if there’s ever an end to infinity, ad infinitum
Once or twice is one way to look at It, repetition of a lonely God you used to be, #BackWhen
In the olden days at the origin of the Cosmos, before the Egg cracked into galaxies of systems
Burning atoms of liquids, solids and the atomic gas of distinct molecular structure, the ZaZen
Impact into consciousness, ethical, moral values, Omni-Emptiness, holier-than-me flimflam.
You’re at one and the same time a moron and a happy bastard, daddy was a trick’s OBJ blow
Always on your shoulder, with a microchip of millions of dollars, a cache of debits on credits
Say you’re an uncouth, no account individual, pick a milk, homogenized style of dry cow teats
Big and yellow or black and small, possibly just an invisible, white-headed glow of my halo.
For the end of the space on this plane of existence to the end of the Time you have to breathe
Truth is Truth or it isn’t, always the right kind, going in and out of my head, dead gums’ teeth
Come with me to cold water, thirst’ll have you follow a leader, four hooves at back of the herd
Flys flying around the carcass of things that used to be, unburied, open-pit pile of spider turd.
That’s a bit strong for a speculative deduction from assumptions which have yet to be proven
Beyond any reasonable doubt is not the measure of the law, it’s the measure of a witch haven
Conjuring of spells, called Laws and Rules and the Means of Enforcement through Force, Sin
To engage the population in guilt for being alive in a free country with free speech, that’s Gin.
Self-defenseless, equipped with deadly force, to enforce self-defense vs. an extinct predator
An illusion becomes a delusion and causes an unwanted, welfare beast of a #Mandingo score
Run fast, jump high, grow big muscle in #Steroidal dysfunction, cut loose in a DMV groove
Roses move in dozens, all alone, in ecstatic display of being dead flowers, Unmoved, I move.
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r j j stephan, i { HEADER artwork is a representation of @DALI in perpetuity, IMHO }
c. August 20, 2018 @ 10:00 AM PST { #WhoDatMandingo }
{ written while listenin’ to the mighty Eagles #GreatestHits on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/--rAINTn2TE }
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