#CalUnicornia, WOKE UP MY WOOD
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Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, September 24, 2020
A violin concerto on a Stradivarius is my pick today, Hungarian Rhapsody #2 or all for One
In your spigot’s flow from your empty, shallow soul you repeat A thru G scales ad nauseum
Merging chords and arpeggios into a coherent piece of movements which none other than I
Will play and record for cyberspace and the matter medium, where energy is a #TikTok pie.
So, you moved from your restful sleep to your action, dancing down a dreamscape walk
On and on it goes from the alpha particle to the Big Bang’s omega finale, Singular stink
How much can you see in back of you without a rear view mirror? Nothing in general talk
Parasites and sycophants inadvertently become the need when they ought to be extinct.
I am aware that the sky cannot fall since the word is the abstract concept some SOB’s spun
Far away, just eight miles high where the angels and astronauts roam on a magic bus of fun
No shame, out of control, changing trajectory with the thrusts of the afterburner jets, my son
As I use the fuel, I replenish the diminished volume by alchemical, crystal blue persuasion.
Truth of that thing called love, that rainbow that comes and goes depending on the refraction
In the air, it is how the light travels as the invisible smoke signals of the one in me, holy sun
Star burning the raindrops back into their hydrogen and oxygen atomic molecules, here, now
Someday and sometime sooner or later, there will be a battle between the Good and Evil cow.
Joy’s the money, it is the gold, it is the matter that makes up the me ethereal things of Atom
It goes on and on to the lurking nothings to look at and talk about, castle of love in old Rome
Chastity and Charity in diametric odds, withholding love or outpouring love, nun or sex-slave
Mercury to Pluto time draggin’ bow to string caused Sonny’s A game, one pitch, got the save.
Blind faith with perfect 20/20 eyesight of the ‘E’ chart on the wall, still misinterpreted things
All of the ambiguity and the inability to analyze the predication of concepts and lord’s rings
Compared to the analogies and irrational arguments, Truth, reasons for being alive, All I seek
The Beautiful, Sorrow & Joy everywhere in Space, blinding light, I #Wokeup at #Shitzcreek!
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r j j stephan, i
c. Thursday, 9-24-2020 A.D. @ 11:11:11 AM PST
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
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