LIGHT ‘EM IF YOU GOT ‘EM, YAWN
For no reason at all since rationality isn’t heard of in this song of the Origins, it is all done
There’s nothing left after your and my last breath, no flight in an angel’s winged apparition
Funkified and fortified just before all of the lights go out and the band starts to play a sport
For the faithfully and hopefully, charitably filled with glee on their death throne, rigor mort.
Utter foolishness for the wisemen to contend with, one step beyond the twilight zone of Id
The odds are astronomically against locating the meaning of this play on the Word and flesh
Therefore, at least we know that we exist, we see, hear, taste, smell and touch the world’s Ego
Space that Igor fears, and only a frank doctor or cardinal of the pope might be willing to go.
Timing is everything and without Timing, there is actually just empty Space without a future
Past’s Present merely a chimera of wandering monks and jews who pyramided the pharaohs
In sand dunes of cement and concrete from base to the tip top of the Black dots’ X-singularity
Presence of the mortals and the natural emptiness of the vast Cosmos, as above, so below me.
Evolution of the presence of matter and energy is a form you cannot see or hear at all, ghostly
Like the soul and spirit you hope you have, you assume you’ve been told the Truth about ‘We’
On the other hand, there’s Fire, Water and Gas, atomic and molecular forms of material fleur
From burned out gas giants and white pulsars generating the solar systems and mystery tour.
Erased and deleted the memory, there is no recollection of space, time, this or that, Nothing
Now, are you with me? One voice, one listener, one man, one woman, make out with a ring
Gone steady or engaged to be betrothed to the ball and chain of the fools on the hills, all dead
Alive in another Time, moving about the bones of life and death crumble, solar dust’s dread.
Reason why we’re trippin’ to the herd’s dismay is because we’re tryin’ to save fools on the hill
Backward spelling of #Live, does it mean more than it means? Reversal of Evil is Live Funk
On to the finale, third act of the play, merely a dream within a dream, #EdPoe’s sweet dunk.
by
r j j stephan, I
c. Dimanche, Blovember 17th, 2019 A.D. @ 7:11 PM PST
{ drafted out of thin air listenin’ to #StrawberryFieldsForever by the THE BEATLES: THE GREATEST BAND FOREVER link @ https://youtu.be/HtUH9z_Oey8 & Barenaked Ladies #IfIHadAMillionDollars & #HITS link @ https://youtu.be/LHacDYj8KZM }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
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