DISINTEGRATE, DARKSTAR STUFF!
Evidence of hydrogen and oxygen in the empty Void, be astonished or you’re not living here
Not now or ever will anything or anybody need the empty space around us, it’s dead air bleed
Radiation and collapsing of the burn we feel as the heater in the frozen tundra, helium beer
Drunken alcoholics are the meat and potatoes of the looping, spinning the dissolving creed.
Creed of songs sung by nobody you knew or will e’er meet other than magic wand, page form
Frozen methane or butane, liquid natural gas, solid unnatural gas, it is what it is, yes, we bad!
Giants midgets on the lam from the Big Bang, lookin’ out for the MOAB, a #SuperNova norm
At least I read the Word and I’m persuaded by the logic and reason of moms’ monsters, dads!
Dying star we all are, the power to destroy you and the meat and potatoes, implode black hole
Shouted from the volcanic eruptions and tidal waves of the wobble and spin, up-down soul
Force of One to be reckoned with 24/7 and 365.9 days and nights, monster evolution of acid
Some power to show all the power but from far, far away from the core, pain reveals the ‘Id.’
Graves and Gravity are merged into one concept, a place for mom, for dad and all of you, US
Nobody, not one living thing, nothing gets out of this place of space sideburns, fire works, son
My daughters, sisters and mothers are boggling my mind, I’m left in my 1 singular, magic bus
Riding without a driver, headed to the Oneness, radiation of the gamma rays, my hotdog bun.
Stars born and stars annihilate the monster Black Holes, collapsing in a Big Bang whimper
Nobody left to hear the sound of the implosion of the core of being, billions of atoms forever
Form and shape of whatever the matrix allows, spread out into the galaxy of solar systems
Ten million black holes are everywhere, facts of life are not given, variable trails to her hems.
Mothers and sisters and daughters, the nuns of the Nothingness smiling, we’re all-in deeply
There’s no free choice after the conception of life, it is what it is and does what it does, forced
No free will to choose this or that inside any human, wouldn’t be prudent you know, you see?
Once you stop the beat, mystery goes on, Truth’s jackpot, to be or not, I don’t know, OM, G!
by
r j j stephan, i
c. September 6th, 2019 A.D. @ 4:30 AM, #WhatTimeIsIt
{ drafted while listenin’ to #TheBirthOfStarsInTheUniverse on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/T3X6UxkLP9w & the #SpinDoctors #WhatTimeIsIt link @ https://youtu.be/4HuPW0_oWAk }
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