DISCLOSE NOTHING, NO FEAR YET
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Searched everywhere to hide behind the dots in Space that leave us alone in the wet dreams
A piece of work left over from a Big Bang of the universal birth, pressure blown at the seams
Conceived and annihilated in the social distance of an astronomical unit or two, One is done
Something is amiss in the abyss and nobody alive has a clue about where the Truth lies down.
Punks and defunct ministers in charge of breastfed babies, I, who sucked glass of the bards
Full of vitamins and minerals that your mama could not secrete from her glands, dad’s nards
So it went from the dawn until the blazing light of the 12 hour day, final day of conscious fuzz
Memory of the historical record, infancy, childhood, adolescence, adulthood and soulful jazz.
Victims and the food I ate were all one and the same, isolation of the Blue Books in the dark
Do not ask questions if you don’t want the answers, you know that I’m talkin’ teeth of a shark
Truth is deadly, incredible Truth is still the One and Only answer, reason we’re alive my son
It’s a divine accident in the middle of nowhere, a collision and super nova, a chain’s reaction.
Second hand F-4’s in flight over the seven continents and seven seas, close encounter to God
Whatever’s not created on this dirty rock’s not from this dirty rock, simple mathematical sod
Alien beings from Time and Space are all around us, everywhere between you and I and them
Everywhere you look and sniff & feel inside & outside, you find nothing but mystery phlegm.
Meat is the DNA in infinite reproduction on a finite ground of being, peeps are the dumpster
Ammonia SMELL, you can’t imagine the putrid aroma, it’s like wet baby diapers in a hamper
Performing maneuvers in the sky all around this planet, 360 degrees around the sphere, SAM
Utter desolation inside of the head with a secret that cannot be told, what I am is, what I am!
Disaster after you’re dead is unlikely since nothing exists after death, neither a cry or a song
Outside of the rocks and dirt, there’s nothing at all but empty Space between the dust n’ shyt
Glimmering of a vacant hope and dreamless sleep, afterlife is all it’s cracked up to be, fear it
What is the empty container of everything other than you, you’re my target, gods ain’t wrong!
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r j j stephan, i
c. May 11th, 2020 A.D. @ 4:44 AM PST
{ Drafted while listenin’ to The Rolling Stones #SaintOfMe & #DoomAndGloom on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/xcMQWfMTfJ8 }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
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