SHOTS, GAMETES & CUTS OF A JIB *
Wrung-out, false images post mortem, coming in sacred flashbacks from light hidden within
Little fagots are millionaires and the progeny of the liberators get welfare screwed magic men
What in Sam Hill at the planet’s core are we all doing here, waiting to live or die without me
That ain’t ever worked before and it’s not gonna work tomorrow or today, Hick Life’s for free.
The redundant reincarnation of the thing itself that is the First Mover of the Substance’s form
That is the nature of the Beast, a universal principle in particular, atomic quark of the system
Singularity punched up on the mighty Marconi, tuned into the Frequency modulation of Ala
Adam, Muhammad or Zoroaster or Genghis Khan please the powers that be, One that Is, Ga.
On being Substance, Form, the shape of molecular configuration during a Big Bang whimper
Moving keeps it real, reality of cosmic and infrared wavelengths and frequencies of the Fisher
Up and down, in and out, back and forth, repeat ad infinitum, white noise all in man, in kind
Specific to a reason why life breathes and thrives in the petri dish of microbes we never find.
Accident, irreversibly random without an ethical direction, immorality’s essence of mortality
In color or in black and white, the vision of the form outside and inside of the mind is of One
With the Word, the language of subjects, predicates and objects, the sixth sense drops it out
ESP, extra is not so much, it’s the essence of One man, woman & trillions of kids, divine fun.
Skunk buddies and the abhorrent smelling, burning leaves of the weeds of Mary, God’s Time
We all get the chance and some of us wave those rights to the lowly being the highest rhyme
Pink or blue blankets to welcome the infant girls and boys who’ve got a chance in hell to be
Earthbound, gravitated to the burned out star rock, Mother Earth, Walking God, now I see!
by
c. Vendredi, August 28th, 2020 A.D. @ 4:11 PM PST
FINIS
HAIR OF THE DOG
W.W.A.R.D.?
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