EDGE OF THE HOLE? SAUL’S PALL
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Just like true love the false love appears to be exactly what everybody wants, a dark pall today
I want nothing and I get it every single day, there is never a lack of it, ol’ Chucky’s so annoyed
You can never lose nothing, it’s always there because it isn’t a thing, it’s no thing, nasty Void
Just an empty set of air between invisible parentheses and brackets in a pseudo infinite array.
Where do you get to when you jump into the gravitational collapse, glancing off of holy walls
Bouncing back and forth but straight down to Hades or the source of volcanic eruption palls
You and I could always read one another’s mind like we were one, accurate because we were
Then in one day it all changed, my personality split into the three, I’m father, a son & a ghost.
Keep in mind as you analyze It, I didn’t create This, I’m a humble messenger that hits & runs
What It is exactly is more important than the next to the last breath you suck or blow in puns
Happy to be happy, strugglin’ for continued happiness in this fine world, Nature’s forfeiture
Just need a safe, warm place to sleep and rest and good meals to keep the canals clear & here.
Dried up skin and bone leave no blood and no personality on the ground or inside solid DNA
When it’s over for each and every one of the ones who become conscious, it’s corpus dilecti eh
Categorically imperative that this is classified information, secretly backgrounded corn pone
Open books, nothing’s occult, nothing’s hidden, just a Top Secret you’re, done dead and gone.
There’s no coitus, there’s no reproduction, there’s organic and there’s pure android, robotic
Automatic and better than flawed judgement of the boys and girls of Earth’s trippin’ ecliptic
Beside the rivers’ banks and the Swiss banks, the bankers lie in wait for the fish to jump up
Like the devil out of nowhere, jumpin’ up for attention, keep yer combat boots in the stirrups!
I realize this world of our was made for Two, me and you and that’s all there is, all we need
True love hard to find with your heart on the line but it’s there were you make it, gotta believe
Out of the night it’ll come to you and when it does there will be no mistake, that’ll be the One
For the love of money and desire to be warm, dry & rested, I worked, I retired, It Is Done!
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r j j stephan, i
c. Saturday, April 4th, 2020 A.D. @ 5:55 AM Pacific Standard Time
{ Drafted lisenin’ to Glenn Frey and Don Henley, Our Desperadoes on youTube links @ https://youtu.be/mUM4x4Bl_Ic & https://youtu.be/d5p7v7XKxTw }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
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