20/20 DIRIGIBLE’S HINDSIGHT
Forks in the road is where we come to in the end, comedy or tragedy, One returns back home
Not to the town or the country, the city or the territory but to the Origin of our soul genome
In or on the land and sea or in stealth mode through the ether’s gas bubble of air, deep Hole
Inside our outside of it is everything else other than you and I, It is in Jersey, in #Freehold.
I smell salami and ham sliced to perfection, fresh bread out the oven, over river from #Philli
Utter distraction with parables and recollections of a young child’s mind, to be alone, skipper
Now that I’m all over it and done with altar boys from Valhalla, I’m just Hades’ philosopher.
It can and must be 2019 A.D. since everything is the same as it was yesterday, trouble is hers
That to be or not to be is NOT just a question out of a hundred, it’s the only one that matters
If the essence of wisdom is to know the nature of being and to act, move with direct intention
Then I consumed that essence the moment my mother decided to NOT abort my zygotic sin.
Performing in my own act on my own stage for the seven decades, I cry to return ignorance
To the creator of the Void, the creator of your momentary experience of Earth independence
In the funk of your recollection, categories of the form and matter of atomic neutrino quarks
Coming, going, sinking, swimming in Cosmic stew goddess and full of #Dead’s ripple sparks.
Punks from the inner cities broken homes, fatherless children’s skin and bones animate dust
From simple minds, repetition bred the followers, dependents of the welfare state’s disgust
You and I will discover the Truth in the end, bitter or welcome, it’s going to come to hide out
In shoes, boots, sandals or moccasins, row your boat, dreaming now? My intent, #NoDoubt !
There is no question that you and I speak to a hard piece of metal that replaces wasted faces
Ones you used to speak with and look at, now it’s a flat-screen or just sounds from no places
For the sake of the ancestors, recollect the reason why you’re here, #FullMonty accidentally
Get ready for the emptiness and force of gravity to take your bones down, burn, #dillyDilly!
by
r j j stephan, i
{ drafted while kickin’ through a bog of fueled intensity that you’ll never know & listenin’ to #BigSmo & Upchurch 2019 link @ https://youtu.be/nzDTFYwV7MY }
W.W.A.R.D. ?
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