-------------GIT, GIT----------------
CARCASS OF A MASTODON? STONEMASON, I AM
Broken bones of us, hot ice of humans have little or nothing to do with stardirty carbon dates
You are as insignificant as you thought you might be, nothing special, just the DNA, humane
Everywhere in the universities and colleges there are repositories of the Truth, starman fates
Museum of Earth’s historical record is present, extraterrestrial, evolved planets, AHO, amen.
Now the ignorance and the enlightenment will wax and wane, like the Earth shadowed moon
Just because y’all think that your mirror image of the form is so pretty, it wants to reproduce
Power to destroy the black holes of the future are lurking in every atom, in nucleic neutrons
Videos and spoken or written Words are both Up and Down, speed of light’s fated papoose.
Heat from nuclear fusion is immanent as the sun collapses into it’s future eclipse zig heils
Gravitational collapse is only a symptom of the spin and wobble, as the orbital ellipse goes
So goes the mental activity of the brains which adapt to the dormant crystals, extremofiles
Hydrocarbons are getting me too high to think about these eternal verities, as a god does.
In your mind as in my own, we are less than the stardust, the selves are imaginary fools
No power other than to animate a bag of bones and pursue happiness to avoid the pain
Knowledge and power leading to nowhere but the cinders, dead underfoot, killer pools
Pure gas, pure liquid, pure solid and the meaning of that is that, you and I got lucky rain.
I wished for years that the rain would come and wash away all of the memories of darkness
Space and Time mere conceptual analysis of the perception resulting from consciousness
Imagination is real and the real is imaginary, Reality is imaginary, Truth is trouble, eye is
A third one, an eye that sees the Truth through the fabrication, unequivocal Kool-ade fizzes.
Close the book after the final page is turned, you’ve read it aloud, you know it all, it’s caput
Off with the heads of the professors who knew but didn’t divulge the known unknown silk
Smooth and ready to soothe the savage beasts who want to kill, eat the killed, phuq & die
That’s all there is if you look around and ask your friends and classmates, a wall with a fly.
We, for no reason at all, are both here in this Space and in Time going past us, it’s coming
Reminders of the transitory nature of things themselves are how we die, killjoy a ton of fun
Old age’s disease of mortal flesh, like fine wine, humanity’s X factor black holed God ding
Invisible cosmic rays, bright infrared smashed cores of atomic stardust ash, black hole, #1.
by
r j j stephan, i { “Money don’t grow on trees Richie!” -- my truck-driver dad, Albert R. Stephan R.I.P. pops! You are my own, personal prehistoric pops! #EyeLoveYaMan }
c. September 7th, 2019 A.D. @ 6:66 AM PST
{ drafted while jammin’ between the #BirthOfStarsInTheUniverse link @ https://youtu.be/T3X6UxkLP9w & jammin’ to Cage The Elephant #AintNoRestForTheWicked link @ https://youtu.be/wBgp5aDH23g }
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