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BE THE LIGHT, IT’S PESO DE OCHO
Pulling the zero gravity around with the skin and bones is as easy as a pirate dreamin’ a mare
Maybe in the day or the night, closer to my world in my own mind, home sweet home there
Pieces of eight and the pirate’s booty lifted from sailing and stealing without working, insane
Completely ingrained into the genome, programmed DNA to reproduce and survive the pain.
Blown horns and blown harps leading you and I on to the final curtain, feared twilight’s zone
Where men, women, animals and plants of dirt, go to their maker, an original species’ bone
Pick a feeling inside, deep down in the bones, in the soul, be merry, be happy, do not fret wife
It is what it is and it can be no more, the drama’s the ceiling, no drama’s a rock bottom life.
Frozen back bone, holding my nerves to signal my inner warmth from frozen Chicago’s rivers
All the water runs through it, satiating the thirsty and keeping the wasted mush. sanitizers
Looking outside of the box there is nothing to see, hear, feel, taste or touch, empty void’s God
Streamed the lack of everything known, empty hole without holiness, human, divine blood.
Over again and over again, we repeat ad infinitum without hesitation, it’s what we do forever
There’s nothing else to do but stay alive without pain or suffering, strive for stasis of the lever
It moved the unmoved from it’s spot of being too heavy, in the light way we walk until extinct
Then absolute emptiness turns creation not so pink sink, sunk down under or above the law.
The lead and gold all get traded for the food and the mates presented to the buyers & sellers
Time ticks and moves sundial shadows quickly around the quivered arrows in the bullseye
Pine cones, seeds of the plants and animals that gave us our energy, to animate the complex
Putting a foot in front of another, cutting in lines, finishing the session with a priority FedEx
Monkeys, snakes and me in a bag, a burlap sack of potato smells from Idaho, need a fist fight
Out in first light of the day when the sun shines somewhere unseen and suddenly out of bed
Stiff corpses and stiff fishing rods move one another for no reason, just back off the big head
Beacon to lead the blind and disoriented to the goal, pay the pieces of eight, see light, be light.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. FREEZEMBER 29, 2018 Saturday @ 4:11 AM PST
{ DRAFTED all the while jammin’ on some Tednugent.com #Stranglehold & HITS link on youTube @ https://youtu.be/0c3d7QgZr7g }
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