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TO THE 9’S, ONE NIGHT OF KISSIN’
Taken aback to First Cause of the First Breath of oxy-hydro-nitroglycerin gas chambered lead
Utter shock and awe following appearances of UFO lights, exploding white, black & blue skies
From sea to sea, moonshine and sunshine waver ‘til the Supernova’s consolidator atonement
Birds don’t fly, fish don’t swim, worms and snakes don’t crawl on The Rock’s demolishment.
Thought bubble drawn above my head for the meaning of the Word, the sound of the Silence
Coming from caves with holy scratches on the walls, where humans hid from a tiger’s stance
Ready to pounce on you before you even knew you were the hunted, to be recycled, Big Schit
A growler or the runs are better than the clogged rivers within the mundane bones of this It.
Words come in and out of my mind, what’s the program that my father left me, it’s forgotten
I think for certain or I wouldn’t be able to compile the thoughts from electronic shock-a-Zulu
A wavelength of cosmic light in ultraviolet essence of the Void, all infrared waves in heaven
Waiting for the Singularity to emerge once the deed is done, go to the light, #NewsAtEleven!
A day after you’ve expired your Time in Space, the rock and the animated bones still revolve
Around in circles about the only thing that matters, the mighty star, the sun, our sun of love
It’s not for the sake of love, not all of it, it’s appears to be an alien experiment, overlord scuff
Unintended consequence of making things multiply like bacteria in agar, overpopulated puff.
Three, two and the One is all I’ve been able to snatch from the jaws of hyper-existence, Fear
It is the only thing that can stop anyone human from diving off of a board or cliff, I’m skeert
Stopping or going make no difference in the long run, the happening will indeed, be It, there
Right in the pocket, in the sweet spot where fear and loathing disintegrate into my long hair.
Cosmic menudo or a grand illusion of the lost minds of philosophers and high priests, OMG
It will play itself out with or without my intent to direct the production, amen & mice overlap
With just a scent of the baited, bacon or cheese or peanut butter attracts the Snap of the Trap
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Friday, January 24th, 2020 A.D. @ 4:04 AM PST
{ Ate an apple from a tree in the danger zone this AM, nothing happened! Drafted listenin’ to #MotownGreatest #soulGods on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/ALumPcuOCcQ }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
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