WE’RE ONE OF THE ONES TOO
If all of the stars were exactly the same stuff as the moon, the sun, the planet Earth a Deum
Then what you have here in this empty matrix is everything within the spaced warp of her
It being the thing itself, all of it, the Alpha and the Omega both at One, world ad infinitum
Outside of this stuff of All of It, there’s an absence of atomic energy, a Void of anti-matter.
Pertaining to the launch to take off away from the gravitational pull of the Mother, just don’t
It will puncture the atmosphere and let out the stored up Nitrogen, Hydrogen. Oxygen tent
In the end the cause of extinction of the life on Earth are the astronauts who broke it bad
Ignorance of the requirement of the ‘CELL’ to remain isolated from the Void vacuum is sad.
Now that the damage is done, they need to find a way to pretend nothing is wrong with Earth
Living will be the Dying eventually, one way or the other, it’s all about premature afterbirth
Ignorance is probably the best way to treat the scientific data, pretend as if it’s quite alright
Neither online nor in libraries of the universities, Truth is, there’s a hole in the world tonight.
In a premonition, I saw myself, my body and mind but I was outside of them both, daphuq?
But it did not deter me from believing that I am the body and the mind, a bird the bees sting
Nothing else remains when I will some moment in the future, fail to respirate my good luck
In a form, there’s nothing in matter, expect nothing in the end, copping to little or nothing.
Eight miles up from this ground, you may not see the blackness but you will be all of The It
No choice from here, you and I began as a spontaneously combusted, holy Singularity split
Entrance and exit becomes what you know will be left over from a cool, Small Bang’s ICE
Customs keeps out the illegal germs of the petri dish of continental snake eyed bone dice.
In a million years you won’t remember this, am I right? That’s right, I am right, forget it
Nothing that the doctors, lawyers and judges said or did matters at all, it’s short term chit
Before they all die they think they can make most of it or all of it alright but that’s wrong
Human ZZ Tops on the side of the road, like-minded spirits, sing me a dark, sad cafe song.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. July 7th, 2019 A.D. 7-7-2019 Sunday @ 9:11 PM PST
{ drafted while listenin’ to Multiservicios Zztop #IGotsaGetPaid on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/kaIZWjItReI }
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