DRAGGIN’ SATURN DOWN HOME
Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, October 20, 2018
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As I walk along the paths of my brothers and sisters before me, I see outside the party’s obit
Way back before you and I were born, here and now, lookin’ down here at what’s in yo’ face
Living and dying, but why? Just because? Um, nope. Guess again, pretend you’re an idiot
Comprehend a feeble minded, illogical idiot, creator of thought about an empty dot in space.
Then, finally, you can die without remorse and in due course, dematerialize into the star-stuff
A huge amount of oxygen and hydrogen already cindered for a Big Bang’s universal puff-fluff
Philosophical analysis and random interpretation based on assumptions, all #FakeNew facts
Followers follow leaders into their dark pyramid tombs, good, humane lemmings, ET hacks.
I got the Blues when I’m not playin’ around the classical jazz and rhythm of the beaten beats
Like a heartbeat next to your own, it is all there is between things, is the power of the seats
Makin’ the people sit down for a few moments and listen to the reason why, prophets vow
If they cared to know they will and they’ll freak out, a Void is All, Gold is God, take a bow.
Still, stare at the stained glass for a moment from center to perimeter, around circumference
Radii from the center to the outer edge of the matter, where nothing is left over to sense, zilch
Nothing is where you came from my friend, that is your God, your Buddha’s Krishna incense
Amazed at the age of reason that humanity, blinded by TV highlights, invisible oil/gold rich.
Just sayin’ that the tree-hugging humans want to assist with the Earth evolution into a Star
They know who they are, the ones who start forest fires by spontaneous combustion nova
Nobody else in the solar system or galaxy knows that our Earth is a Star, ready to be born
Humans impede the process by putting out the Fires needed for Combustion, humane scar.
Some day, the trees will once again be ready to ignite and the water of oceans will dissipate
Turning back into their own gas, one the Hydrogen and the other the Oxygen, back to space
Atoms and the atmosphere take off into the wild blue yonder and fade to Blackness’ fate
No time left for sergeants, captains or the minions that allow them to enjoy Nothing’s face.
by
r j j stephan, i { What would the boyz round here do if they knew? Header is Grateful Dead }
c. ROCKTOBER 20, 2018 AD @ 7:11 AM Samedi
{ drafted in absolute 100% silence, no music, nOthing other than the #MuseOfMine, om... }
W.W.A.R.D.?
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