PRINCES’ MYRIAD OF PRINCIPLES
Richard Joseph Stephan·Sunday, December 29, 2019
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Eagle’s freedom of flight, in midtown’s temple of doom, blackstar princess shine cruise ship
Ashes to the ashes of dust in the east and southern winds, blown cover takin’ its U turn flip
Miniature giants makin’ believe that they’re the savior of the ignorant humans of gold dust
All there is, everything is everything and there’s nothing left to access, no more wanderlust.
Now and then you’ve got to stop, look and listen for the symbolic gesture of Revelation spit
Pertinent and impertinent punks and miscreants foolin’ around with the hot stripper outfit
Cowgirls and mothers of the invented children of the K-12, scrambled brains in holy omelets
For the giant muscle eating dragons, lookin’ for the easy kill, the ho-trusting faithful starlets
Marks of the places in space where significant times occurred for the sake of the Many, One
All for One and One for all, like a third musketeer cheer, meeska mooska my old honeybee
Like a viral video in a shitztorm, a man will survive the magic of the spells, unconditional fun
What is not never was and will never be, what is the case? There is no case, this just in...me.
Mad mothers and hatters have the identical MOs, nutty yet the most essential cog in a Thing
I ching and yin/yang for the moment or the Big miracle that is being alive on Earth’s starring
Nova, supernova, singularity’s event horizon, approaching the black hole of Mother’s Void
Again, ad infinitum, all the cherries in the orchard are picked, the trees are asleep, z’s sawed.
Two or three princes and paupers, lead the way down the garden’s middle path to the apples
Fruit of the trees and the loom, pushed the skies to the limit, an LSD chorus of sky is falling
It may be but you’ll never know for certain, if it is, just be crushed by the mass’ quid pro quo
When it’s time to go, your time’s up, call time out and then time in, ask me, what time is it?
Maybe it’s 4:30 AM more or less, thee might be byte or two of bread and butter, which I hate
Butter coagulated cow’s teat milk, where yogurt, cottage cheese and ricotta, come before fates
Always was going to be the way it is and more or less the way of Ends, before spin doctor mon
Full-on fire and ice, made then slowed down the roll, the bass is rockin’ the fish in the pond.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Dimanche 29th, 2019 A.D. @ 7:11 PM PST
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.? 
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