SLIPPIN’ A DARK MATRIX @BigSur
Go there yourself and you’ll find the end of this world, the one you’ve been in since birth
Completely open to the elements of sun, sea and this earth down here in an overland heart
Roots of the seeds blown from the Void where angels fear to go, a self loathings’ trauma fit
Centuries of days and nights since a #HarveyWallbangers effect, drove drunk, ended all of It.
That which it is, this proper or personal word, this noun that signals the virtue of a deity
Good that made the Bad and the Ugly is responsible for the effects, no free will there, see?
It is a predetermined fact of life, what is was always what would have been with or without
You and I and everyone else to have been born and killed on this plane’s terminal fallout.
Assuming you avoid murder and terminal disease of organs or mind, take a deep breath son
Let your daughters know, if your fortune allows you to be the xy zygote from neverneverland
That they are a link in the chain of infinity, broken or in tact, the chain remains the One’s fun
Think about it all before it’s all gone, it will be, it is on a diamond beach, fictional white sand.
Rolling on thin ice, diggin’ a jackknife into the stump of redwood trunk, life’s evil, nutty tree
Reaching deep into the ground of being at ends of the roots’ sprouted seeds, you gotta go see
Finished off the fifth on the sixth in the bottom of the ninth, if you know what I mean, hiccup
Mind over matter, it’s the edge, a Void’s disappearance means that God’s dead, now giddyup!
Water, gas, rocks animated by spontaneous combustion, gravitational collapse and so forth
Become all there ever was for you and I, our relatives before and after our existential worth
Extinct species of all plants and animals which were moved by the Earth’s fortunate wobble
Gas, liquid and rocks rollin’ down cliffs of Big Sur, #InAndOut suckin’ spunk out the bubble.
Outside of the ebb and flow of the tidal waves, above and below the laws of an infinite being
A cranky, empty clump of sticky buds without the bang, without the bite’s of sweet nothing
Come to the center and come to the outer edge of the twilight’s zone, either way, neither will
Searched and found my miraculous awareness, my finite end is an Unconscious’ fake-thrill.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Mardi, April 9th, 2019 A.D. @ 1:11 PM PST
{ drafted driftin’ & #SlippinIntoDarkness with WAR THE BAND & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/y_fr_F1jWj0 }
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