WHITE HOLES, RA & MIGHTY THOR
Spread nanoseconds of square feet above and below the planet’s surface, #HolyBlue ball
It’s a matter of black/white notions with no substance of The Form, Essence of #TheWall
You must be insane to be thinking beyond the ethics and morality of the tribes in conflation
It is the government of the germs and the people that is sacrosanct, alternative is extinction.
You’re a tool of the extinction, I am not, I cancel everything I can and delete the trails’ tracks
Into the Singularity I go once again, it’s a stretched out into an inside-out dot, pointed hacks
Hack or not to hack you while you read WORD play of a stranger hidden away in a lion’s den
It’s a MEME of the singularity, the inner core of the Void of your consciousness, an ego’s Id.
Fool me three times to strike out, I swing at anything that looks like it’s comin’ home to me
Tendencies of the animals to be eaten or buried underground with the rest of the dead bones
All movements from alpha to omega abstraction of the first to the last breath, a place in space
Snap your Achilles tendons and feel the downfall, Adam-Eve night, it’s a survival spade, Ace!
You will become identical to what you were before your mother and father conceived you, yea
That is it, written words of promises to return to nowhere, except in the NY state of my mind
Big Guy in the sky, above the moon, above the law of the good, the bad and the ugly, ad-lib it
Awakened, blinded by ultraviolet wavelengths of unburdened neutrinos in deep space’s chit.
OK, OK, OK, it’s failure to launch a boomerang from the angle of the dangle, hammer down
Thor lost the hammer, dropped the armor and helmet, naked ape still, mortally soul flown
I can’t hold back the origin of the Void, a Singularity all in my mind, billionaires owed debt.
I need to burn leaves wrapped in paper (cigars and cigarettes) I need to find gold lottery wins
Vaping numbers, guessing random retrieval of digital dots, the winning ones, holy addiction
But and also, there’s no reason for the play, the acts on stage, the finales of waling, gnashing
Drunken nerds of grand-folks stuck in this here loop of providence, zip, black hole, Nothing!
by
r j j stephan, i
c. May 9th, 2019 A.D. @ 7:11 AM PST
{ ...listenin’ to WAR THE BAND on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/RFSWW4O6QNM }
#NEWYAAAAK
W.W.A.R.D.?
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