FATE’S COMPLETE, ZEN INTENDED
What will work in the future is likely the same as what’s working right here in a cornucopia
Poor men and rich women make the world go ‘round until for some reason, we die in utopia
Place on a planet which is the residue of a Big Bang of gas, a form and shape of the Unknown
Dream within a dream or no dream at all makes little difference, happiness of my soul blown.
Alright to be alright, alright, nobody gets to be where I’m going alone but I’ll take you there
A short trip on an infinite line between something and nothing, someplace where I don’t care
Screaming in a silent void where the air waves are dead to the hearing of men who used to be
Serious about being born on Earth to a mother with a father, sister, brothers, one, two three.
Thought about this and came to a conclusion based on what appears to be the facts of real life
When you go to sleep at night and you become unconscious of your everyday world, it’s a wife
Always with and always without you at every single step of the Way, down the center’s groove
Wives, husbands, white & black lives matter as much as a Singularity with Nothing to prove.
Robots and the remnants of ancestors merged into this matrix to support love’s extinction
What is not needed or wanted while falling into a black hole of infinite time is a God’s son
Almighty, immortal, omniscient and in fundamental odds with the mortality of DNA Man
In the form and the shape of the 208 bones, they grow from a spark of fire, from My sun.
Hammer, screwdriver and saw give me tools to force it back together in a black walnut shell
Goddesses atrophy while the gods move into the limelight, fanning the fire on the way to hell
You and I know what it will take to be happy when your last breath chokes in your holy chest
Heart not pumping blood, lungs not animating the blood flow, corpus dilecti stiff and at rest.
Wings wouldn’t help since I can’t fly and I’m not a flying bat or dove but I’ve eaten all of ‘em
Just like the cows, the pigs, the sheep and other four legged creatures, just hooves not hands
Miraculous to comprehend the nature of One, conceptual analysis in tact, it in a mood’s Zen
Ace high, ten through the king, queen and jack, force ace high flushing of hearts & diamonds.
So, the rules always remain the same, breathe as long as you’re able, leave before the ending
A matter of form and the shape of the things made of chemicals, gas, solid and liquid filling
All animated in bundles of joy for the empty suits to play games with before their own demise
It’s all the same from day one until the last Earth tailspin we get to see, wide shut, open eyes.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. September 22nd, 2020 A.D. @ 4:44 PM PST
{ Drafted while gettin’ mentally whacked by the rods and cones in my eyes, bombarded by the CBD’s of the flowers grown by the gods to be burned by the clods & listenin’ to #RhumbaGirl https://youtu.be/OFOHNWI8bvU by Commando Cody & Nicolette Larson @ https://youtu.be/nAd-U6CYjIw }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
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