GAMMA-RAY RED, CAUSED DUSTY
Singularity’s warping stream of exploding hydrogen, event horizon’s point of no return above
Perennial ignorance due to a fatal flaw of DNA, no mechanism provided to detect a fake glove
That covers the hand & fingers of the One, spun a radical #GrandTackHypothesis’ perfect fit
No defense for the decaying of space dust, a most startling revelation, retrograded, spin of It.
Gas giants grow like an ovum grows, from a microscopic explosion, special relativity collapse
Synchronized orbits achieve resonance in the fabric of Space, evolving through Ego’s Id face
Interdimensional oscillation of the pendulums out of phase with simple majority who rule It
All in perfect synchronization eventually, as the moments move from now to infinity’s seat.
You and I’ve been lucky for many moons, we’ve gotten away with proverbial murder-mayhem
Evidence of guilt, collected and disintegrated into elementary ash, it’s what we are, moonmen
Saga of the origin of species we are rockin’ the previous, now extinct DNA soul, a cosmic slob
Plutonic catastrophe, Uranus and Neptune caused/obscured by a #LateHeavyBombardments
But it’s all a mental construct of the chosen few who worry about nothing they’ll experience
Future Fate holds it All, cosmic slop of the unknown today, apocalyptic epic nudged to bone
Less than one hundred years away from the drastic change that leaves an etched headstone.
There’s no substitute for red or blue, what these colors represent is the wavelengths of God
The light from the star burning nearest to us that we call the Sun, that is our God, that’s All
Without it’s constant, controlled burn, we’re not only dead to Twitter but also Facebook too
Our consciousness can neither be created nor destroyed, it’s a tweeted immortal part of you.
Cooling and expanding until the absence of heat reaches the 10 trillion trillion, yato watts hot
What watt you say? A mystery like a cricket’s chirp you can hear but can’t see, it’s alive, robot
Insects really do not exist on their own, they’re all in the eyes and mind of beholders’ full cup
Asleep in a somnambulistic event of galactic proportions, One cell, a word, wake the fuck up!
Colder in the center of the Milky Way than in my uncovered bed near the open wide window
Supernova won’t even help, it’s much colder than zero, contracted yottawatts to scale, galaxia
Einstein and Sagan might disagree but the Quasar seems to be the only hope for a deep blow
Collapsing to the foundation where gravity implodes Supernova, a UV, infrared #WaveOfGa.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Jeudi, FREEZEMBER 5th, 2019 A.D. @ 6:66 PM PST
{ My family, brothers, sisters, police and their backers dedication to all y’all, drafted listenin’ to Dave Brubeck #GreatestHits on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/vmDDOFXSgAs }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
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