JUST ‘CAUSE YOU THINK, PREGO!
It’s a matter of a Trinity of souls merged into One big ball of confusion, an atomic cornucopia
Bursting bubbles of empty conceptual formulations, nothing to see, nothing but the hot licks
Nobody hears or comprehends the conceptual analysis of the good and evil of Life, a panacea
Here and now or there and then, everywhere all the time, I Am all there is, it’s not for #kicks.
Sort of a punishment/reward system for the sons of the gods to convert ignorance to wisdom
Peeking out from behind the curtain, a stage is set and the play has begun, it’s all gonna come
Before you know it, before I can tell you the whole story, it will be over like it was never here
Nobody can be around when the entire essence is revealed, a Mind, a Brain, a Man or a Bear.
Claws to climb the trees and to kill the enemy, sharp as razors, I am weaponized, I am Man
You are whomever you’ve found yourself to be, lucky you can even read this, must be a fan
Kidding but not really, all fans have expired, they’ve run their course, forgot what they said
To revolve into the vortex of wind sucking and blowing the dirty, flamboyant Id’s deadhead.
A viral odoriferous whiff of a viral RNA that attaches to human DNA, caused by Woman, Sam
Both have the blame, the nature of humanity will be extinct in due time, in due space of I am
Where nobody on Earth will ever find the link to a moment everything dies in a NY moment
We are the monsters we are afraid of, we can’t live with or without, the DNA of the dormant.
How many pills times one hundred years can you swallow? 1000 every year, 100,000 is all
Oh my God or gods or goodness, that’s a lot of pills in a hundred years but just a way to Be
Just to stay alive and ambulatory rather than dead and buried or in any case, pass the ball
Inside a ball of confusion, a reality you neither asked for nor created, you accept the sun/sea.
Nothing greater than the Ends of the Means at the end of the road, all sharp points are moot
Conclusions from propositional logic still make sense but in the End, in the Omega deep root
Nothing’s left to be, all of the atoms and molecules of the gas, liquefied or solidified is all I am
Nonsensical illogical conclusions reasoned from false assumptions’, plumes of flimflam Man.
My eyes have it but what It is, only God knows. orange tailed 707 flyin’ higher than God’s fun
It all comes into view when the world presents itself and allows anyone to mount it’s mound
Coconut, chocolate and four almonds is all I need to take you down, to the dentist’s patience
One of these days Alice or Betty, Alex or Pedro are going to die and then they’ll see our skins.
There was a morality or ethical theory that obligated doing things to others, to be or not to be
Just because it was Right was not enough to control the raw animal within, the hunger sings
Tunes, melodies for everyone with or without ears to hear, vibrating minions making livings
Just because you’re used to seeing the liberty of doom on the horizon, dead and gone is free.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Sunday, July 12th, 2020 A.D. @ 11:11 AM PST
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
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