SOUL & SPIRIT FLY, KICKED US OUT
Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, October 3, 2020
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Nested, built in the trees high above the hot fire burnin’ the animals mating on a blind date
Only sideways from East to West, a pole to pole roll, rocks’ astral ash of black & white fate
I am neither the resistance nor the annihilator of the things themselves and the hot forms
Animated dreams & lava flows of molten rock ready to be as cool as diamonds and worms.
It appears that all of the tricks were not in the book after all was said and done, full of a blow
That’s what makes the world go around in an infinite rockin’ spin and revolution in gas vats
We call Space, God or gods because we can’t see past the blue or black cloud 9 all here & now
On the side where nobody ever rolls, that’s the side I’m on, my side one way or the other cats.
On your commercial television’s 90 inches of perfectly clear Truth, there is no doubt, Stupid!
All there ever was and all there ever will be after all of US are way long gone lunar X-phases
Where in Space THAT is can be imagined by thinking of being alone in a dark closet of gases
Crazy from inheriting the Will to Survive, at all costs we seek not to starve or get ill of CoVid.
Evolution or Special Creation without evolution, extinction enchantment with the dozens
Nobody is paying attention to me, as it should be, the trip is to remain anonymous on land
In the air or at sea is nowhere that men like, We The People should be, all natural denizens
Super, supra, sub or extraterrestrial, things are animated in different racial combinations.
It don’t matter to me or you but somebody cares and those that held our feet to the fire care
Singing, crying about the comedy and tragedy is about all you’ll get is your God’s audiophiles
Even steven at the seven eleven, a fact of life I missed hearing about, broken free by a cashier
Got away with murder, LIVE Grateful Dead with The Walking Dead on Alcatraz’ Pacific isles.
Back to the nest, thrown out into thin air expecting to fly or to die, that was the original sin
Many perished without batting a wing, alive to replenish the gene pool with aviary chagrin
Inside of the love feeling or far away from any feeling at all, just the consciousness of a void
Either way, you see Nothing is more important or more valuable than this magic moment!
by
r j j stephan, i
c. SATURDAY, ROCKTOBER 3rd, 2020 Anno Domini @ 9:11 AM PST
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
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