YOU’D BE MAD TOO, IN THIS MUCK
It IS probably your fault that your mother and father conceived this animated cartoon’s fusion
Before you had access to a misdirected Will to the power that drives genomes forward to sin
Air of your breath that goes in and out of the center of holy holes, seven in and seven to fuss
Feeling the DNA explode like a starbursting the atomic fission about the matrix of atom dust.
Full of the bread used to give life to the dying and starving who freeze in summer wind reigns
Burn to ash and smoke in majesty’s wintertime of burning matter and being the flame of fires
Strings making theories of effective First Causes and Big Dream Cults, a prophylactic coverup
Lonely road ahead, as above and so it is below the empty Void all around the Earth’s full cup.
Strong enough back until a nerve gets tweaked by a bone structure compromise, hard tackle
Knocked the senses into a twilight zone’s concussion and monster idiots above me in a circle
Fat heads and pie holes wide open like their steroidish eyeballs were taped like broke fingers
At One, attention and ready, willing and able to execute commands-orders of pain, my dears.
I’m the carnivore and herbivore stuck here on a cosmic rock-dusted white dwarf or red giant
A singularity shattered that last deep spread-out, fly like an eagle, breathless kid on my knees
Heart and soul of an imaginary blind faith of what is within like illusory gods in a Space fight
Judged as nobody’s point of view, all of our assumptions’ best reasonable guess at a red light.
I ran the tolls and never paid the fines, broke the laws that I made through the ancestral fakes
Went one way streets and two way avenues, four way boulevards and gingerbread men bakes
Walked the girls home from school, danced with the girls at the sock hops, married, fathered
Back flexed toward the ends of Time with the Ends just a last gasp for my angel wings aired.
You might see ahead of you a foot or two but around the corner, it may or may never occurr
An invisible step ahead, unseen until it’s too late to see anything at all, lights go outta here
Not that I want this or that from the minions or the powers that be not me, my chess move
Those keep the game in my solitary control, muck-mate and a check to capture the 1, Love.
by
r j j stephan, i #MonkeyConsciousnessFound
c. Martedì 18 febbraio 2020 nell'anno del Signore alle 10:10 ora solare del Pacifico
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