CLOSURE EVENT HORIZON
My down is not my up and the end is not my beginning, extreme unction for the soothing pie
Humble innards from the depths of psycho perception of the dream within a dream, pre-post
Presence of the people in the motels and hotels that used to be empty, now homeless camps
In your city and in your towns of fat bastards and crazy, cruel bitches with feelings, ya Bums!
Who am I to say? A visit a few thousand years ago and we dropped off some of our used fuel
Now, here y’all are, as they say down south, that’s fine but the evolution is beginning to fail
It’s not because there’s any evil will to become extinct, it’s built into the program, to prepare
It the inevitable and some of the most profound wisdom of the DNA, you’ve procreated hair!
The carrion are the carriers of the hair which in turn is the breeding ground, viral & bacterial
Rocks left over from Big Bangs and/or the illusion of being in a dream you can’t awaken from
Close in on the Singularity because there is an inevitable collapse of the Event Horizon into 0
Why we all got an outside chance to breathe in the hot and cold winds of change, don’t know!
Uncertainty is a certain principle that cannot erode during time, it’s an abstract, sacred vapes
Policy to hear the words and comprehend the essence of grunting sounds of hot, naked apes
Deep Space & Time pussyfooting Truth, you remember it all, the day before God’s conception
Here and now, at this spot in Time, there’s Nothing, quest complete, to divine err, it is done!
Pumped the lights from the ultraviolet and infrared region of the burning stardust into a shell
Packed it with the powder of fireworks to send it as far as it could go in an outer space of hehl
Dubious to be one of the many concerned with all but the One but there it is, old man & a sea
It’s what happens if you don’t die young, you get to speculate about the promise of eternity.
Saved from an edge of the twilight zone, all ghosts’ hands on the funky deck, mother’s milk
Nobody can find us and nobody will until UFOs return from the Ether of #DiamondAndSilk
Bloody & without any hint of heartbeats, y’all get what ya paid for, get specific to the generals
Mic’d up for the mass, celebrating the death dancin’ cancer of God, risen from a rotten grave.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Monday, May 4th, 2020 A.D. @ 1:11 PM PST
{ Waiting for my 5th on the 4th of may, may the 4th be with you though, I ain’t no hater, but well.... wrote this while listenin’ to @ArtieShaw #HornUp on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/GsiKy_H1KUM }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
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