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Friday, October 26, 2018

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by

Richard Joseph Stephan  ·  Friday, October 26, 2018

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Save the last dance for me ‘cause I know you won’t have fun if you don’t cry a river over it
No heart and mind besides the one that moves the prime out of you, hatched a star’s orbit
From a little beauty mark on the jugular up to the heavenly spirit that rotates out the Earth
Stardust is dark matter of my FATHER’S bullets, MOTHER’S sweet lips, stargazed a hearth.

Photos of the thing itself, the thing is Salvatrese Alfano, #MamaMia of mine and the #Five
Brothers and sisters a microcosm of the whole shebang in the valleys and down by the river
Quality and quantity under total control of the One, nobody gets out alive because it’s jive
Talking and walking about meanings of things, places and persons who animate the liver.

With or without the blood, you won’t recollect your grave or your final space, a vanishing twig
From the thin air or the thick muck and mire of the dreams dashed or come true, just sing
Lucky you got a second or a New York minute in this dimension’s Reality, just ride n’ swing
Like your ma and pa before y’all, even if you’re an orphan, just thrive with the jive, you dig?

We flew to the moon and stared at the blanket of emptiness between gas balls of burnt soul
Greasing gears for the entry into the abyss, I have a tidbit of love for y’all in a nutshell’s nut
Sit under a tree, on the ground, back straight, knees folded, hands in East or West holy chant
Listenin’ to the reason why I don’t get around in circles anymore, can’t twist and shout a rant.

Next door, A DREAM came true, don’t get around much anymore, hardly ever get to the door
It’s all One and the same, I see what I will see when I die as I close my eyelids with a tie score
A darkness, blackness without sound or any light, nothing to smell or taste, Nothing to know
Life to live and death to die, from Plato to Poe a search due to wonder ends, curtains, no bow.

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r j j stephan, i
c. FRIDAY, ROCKTOBER 2 6, 2 0 1 8 A.D. @ 5:55 AM PST
{ written while jammin’ to some Harry Connick Jr ticklin’ the 88’s with some Sentimental Journeys & ownHITS link on youTube @ https://youtu.be/Caabqbp7RVE }
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