BONES, DINOSAURS & A SECRET, CHICXULUB'S THE IDEA
Wonder about the real and the unreal things before our eyes, in our head's ears, nose and throat
For a moment, pretend that you are immortal, if you don't already do that just for the fun of it
Now then, listen to your priests, ministers, preachers and professors to entertain the #GOAT
Not just because you think you're so pretty, so handsome, with only three margaritas afloat.
Walking upright, no more knuckle dragging, long-haired, scraggly bearded wonders of Id
From the conception, through birth and on through the decrepit descent into the crypt, I hid
Inside of the dream, there's a place which no one is allowed, deep down you can't even find it
So deep, down below the Mariana Trench and the Crater of Chicxulub, where angels fear to go.
Above the here and now and below the there and then, a Word and a Horn blown from the holy
Emptiness that sucks echoes of all the gratefully decrepit, in full dilecti of an all too humane body
Dreaming of disaster only of the One but not the many, inner silence, inner secrets of the Ma & Pa
Untold due to the inability to communicate the Emptiness of the Void to the hopelessly in love, Ga!
In or out of the consciousness we love, a recollection of the hysterical history of what it is, in pace
Godsons and goddaughters of the bones, burned and buried here on this rock & roll star, the Earth
Only One we know, only One that matters to these forms, 208 bones of animated acid of Nothing
On this narrow way, comprehend the ultimate, last inhalation of the Thing, this Thing, it's my Thing.
Picking me or you or anyone from the penthouses to the caves, matters as much as the day you die
With or without the data to suckle the dried lips of the babies who grow only to fade away in a lie
Nobody ever knew, everybody was afraid to die so there was only one way to help a species survive
Stood in line, at attention or at rest, slowly we walked, step by step, as three stooges did when alive.
At the end, mouth agape, eyes wide open as if you've seen your maker when it's just the God's head
So lit up you don't recognize you're the creator, always was and will be what you are, blood to be bled
Beginning at the origin through this turmoil unto the comatose colt or philly migrates from mitosis
To the ground running, happy, four-legged peckerwood of the mare & stud, an unmarried prognosis.
Conclusion from the induction and deduction of the assumptions in the premises of the argument
Becomes the philosophy of life for the one who uses analysis to arrive at the encrypted interment
Gramma who mothered me taught me this, "Monkey see, monkey do!" a Sicilian-accented snub
Therefore, to avoid pain & suffering of punishment, like a #SuperBaby, y'all came from Chicxulub.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. FriedDay, Blovember 27th, 2020 Anno Domini @ 9:11 AMPST
{ #BlastedFromMightyMo while listenin' to @BobbyWomack #HITS like #IfYouThinkYoureLonelyNow @ https://youtu.be/IKH52rUZj9E }
E N J O Y EVERY MOMENT! as if it's your last, it may be...
DIG A LITTLE DEEPER . . .
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
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