BEING EQUATIONS OF CONFUSION
More on the Id after the Super Ego ensues its assault on stardust, introspected sand to pound
I am what I am and that’s the way this eternity is set in stone, rock hard as a boy’s first bones
Tossed into the middle of the ringmaster’s solo flight #952 disintegration at speeds of sound
Depressed the pedal to the metal, increased the velocity to the bitter ending of cells’ i-phones.
In the first and last moment of inhalation, we exhale the world as we know it, jump the fence
Just for #ScatAndGiggles we all cruise into the little divine intervention, an unseen presence
Dream is not real but the wake-up call brings awareness back to Earth, to the dirty, rotten kid
It is what I rolled with, finally began the medicine of electrolytes in my sweet cherry kool-aid.
Purple queens and black knights mated and lived short lives without the fear of dying soon
First the body drops blood pressure, shuts down consciousness, brain and nerves froze yous
Guardian of Freedom and Life on Earth’s golden dust created from a bang or a sonic boom
Self-deprecating humor aside, you and everyone you know are evolved germs, genius gurus.
Is it magic when a wish comes true right before your very eyes, or is that just an illusion bud
You made my dreams come true, I didn’t even know I was dreaming and then, light dawned
On me and on you, on everyone I’ve ever known, everybody here and now, past or future rut
It never changes because it can’t, it IS CHANGE and there’s nothing else left over, pi squared.
Like the 3.14 you can double it or cut it in two, it’s a cartoon that isn’t as funny as emptiness
Pineapples inside and outside of your purview and inside of your unconnected, locked nest
High or low on the list before you can fly, you’ve got a lot of nerve but it’s no match for rams
Taking the matter by the horns and the forms that it shapes from Willpower of God’s damz.
Good devils are alive forever and the bad angels fly back and forth above and below the shell
Atmosphere clear in one sense and in another sense, nothing a human can breathe, acid hell
Balanced on a tight rope with or without you, I move alone, animated rocks & bones of Papa
Wanting and needing to be in love, a humane fix of #FakeNews magic spells, bustin’ Mama.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Sunday, July the 5th, 2020 A.D. @ 11:11 AM PST
{ Drafted while listenin’ to Clogreeno LIVE Daryl's House Club on youTube in a loop link @ https://youtu.be/GoXxdObGKuI }
FINIS
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