DILLY DALI 3:33 PM, OUT OF TIME
From an eclipsed moon, the shadow of the Earth draws the ether of nothing closer to the vest
Some type of comedian who apropos requires blind obedience and restitution for the reverse
Then makes the first move to fall asleep and begin the dream before the body uses a hearse.
I mean in the projects of the ghetto or down on the bayou, a river runs through them to hell
Where the current most strong is near the origin of an immortal hole movin’ ‘round n’ round
Pertaining to the driving rain and peculiar solar and lunar cycles affecting this H2O orbital
Punks in my broken and bypassed heartaches, I moved millions of humans, I paid the bill.
Morons and imbeciles became extinct after 2020 A.D., they were not allowed to procreate me
We thought a lot about it, therefore now we are all that is left of the Origin, above and below
Jumped, swam, flew, ran, crawled from the bottom of deep trenches cut into Earth’s dirt free
Monkeys and four legged creatures, winged others finned underwater, complete the Blow.
Walking and talking for the end of the days and nights we’re all lucky enough to inherit, Deo
On the nature of being and nothingness that is the matrix for the whole shebang, it’s a fiasco
Look for a mate or not, in the end, all species will become part of a blown-to-bits home base
Here for the supernova or collapse into the Singularity @ 3:33 PM, a day the Earth stood still.
There’s a reason for the madness, a method of calculus or algebraic, formal logic, God’s funds
Not Jesus or Buddha or Siddhartha or a #prophet, instead heard this through a hot grapevine
You’re half of what you see and half of what you hear, what’s true is unknown and under guns
Fixated upon the nature of beasts here and now in jungles and undersea, it is mine, all mine.
Form and matter of the bones that gather and then splatter apart from DNA to the shadows
Fortune and intention at the bottom of the matrix, fodder for the herd, for the bulls and cows
Nothing is the destination at the bottom of the collapsing of gravity’s attraction to atoms’ Id
Battleaxe armed for star wars. to achieve dominance over the free wills, I am called #TheKid.
Hound dog barked and I chased down the hoodoo down on the bayou, that was my claim too
Yet I never met the scat of a bull I didn’t choose to use and lose friends over, called my bluff
Knew that without a battle and a war, I was bored, ennui needed to mix it all up, hence sagas
Pretender of the exciting moments to come and the ones already gone, timing’s high test gas.
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r j j stephan, i * Header is a Salvador Dalí bottom of the painting
c. Mardi, BLOVEMBER 19TH, 2019 A.D. @ 4:44 PM PST
{ drafted in Sacramento valley’s humble abode of my wife Carolita {where elks still roam from the citrus heights to the Rio Linda levy, where God got damned & drowned! } & listenin’ to Creedence Clearwater Revival #CottonFields & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/C4zPEmRufMU }
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FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
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