FORMED MATTER, HAND IT OVER!
You’ve flown completely around the world in a whirlwind of whiskey and wind, pink punks
Now you look at me as if I know why you did that, why you exist and breathe gas and funk
But I’ve got no answer except for the black hole you see, it’s all right there in front of 4 eyes
As if it’s a dream of nature to be One Power inside of moving rocks that roll in beatnik highs.
Blooms of flowers and trees hide worms and bugs that evolve into snakes magic carpet rugs
To move from darkness to darkness while in the blazing desert sunlight, so hot, too hot I am
Do not even try to touch me or get closer than 93 millions miles or I’ll promise you, you’ll fry
You can’t help yourself when you’re in the uttermost echelon of the pit, you need ME, so fly!
Wings down, salute to the real things that came into my purview at once, blinked out of sight
In and out of the womb, hot, sticky yet home to the One, the kid in the oven getting so bright
Like a small round dot of bright light in the black sky, the Nothing without light resumes God
Netherlander we are all, both of Disneyland’s world and of the holy fathers’ and sisters’ Zeus.
Coming ‘round corners or deep wombs, 6 fathoms of H2O covering It, a rogue asteroid deity
Ra, rah, rah and a living, sis cum bah for the ending of the origin’s ends, devoided Singularity
No...that’s not all of it, there’s more, much more than you ever thought, the Ghetto of My Sin
In sacred tabernacles or with the nuns of ninjas up in the choir, hums of a Roman crucifixion.
The liquid is solid and turnin’ into gas with the friction and will blow, a spontaneous combust
Bones and blood, skin, hair all become one with the Sun, the star’s Event Horizon of stardust
Roaming about the forces that be cannot contain my Force, I came to high heaven, Oh mama!
No fear, naught to worry about, mind of mine, grey matter of a skull leave my crossbones, Ga!
Purple of the ultraviolet and Crimson of the infrared, meet on a line from a Point to Sing Sing
Never down, always up & out, far away from a blazing hub of everything that’s All, everything
One and many are the illusions of the left and right hemispheres of grey matter, a Scat Scam
Leftover chafe of gratefully, dead prophets who vanished as bones do, to Be or not, Goddam!
by
r j j stephan, i
c. MARDI, FREEZEMBER 24th, 2019 A.D. @ 4:44 AM PST
{ drafted listenin’ to the mighty Donny Hathaway jammin’ on #TheGhetto in an infinite loop on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/OqZ2JBVXgpA & the just as mighty WAR THE BAND #VeryBestOf link @ https://youtu.be/LGjzxRqiPWU }
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FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
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