In and out of dead things themselves, variable forms of mothers, original sources of invented sins
Of the water both clear as light and polluted as the diapers of all the infantile, zygote DNA skins
On the day the Christ came, it's certain, mistletoe & presents weren't in Kris Kringle's 12/25 bags
God only knows and there's no evidence of that to the men and women who like to rock the rags.
Movin' wonderland fiction to fake reality, awakened before the dream was over, can't get it all back
Had to stay awake and wait until I was too tired to keep my eyes open, complete mischievous hack
Taking all that is useful & adaptable to the human genome & pretending that ain't all there is, boy
Pretending there's a supernatural power that creates things, forms of life from Nothing but a Void.
Bad and good for Nothing is about all a man can expect from the random collisions of atomic ilk
We are whatever we are, named the things, sounds of appearances to extra sensory perception milk
From mom's teats and the glass and plastic bottled, rubber nipples that you could bite to gulp a sip
Babies grown up Eagles and everything else below those nests above the pines, Time's Space flip.
Presented from the irretrievable past magic, the causes and effects out of anyone's control, a Will
Free but in ignorance of the power to utilize it's influence over the causes and effects of counsel
What will be will be regardless of the prediction or the recollection of the memory, presence I am
Nothing is what it seems in or outside of the twilight zones of sensory perception's doors that slam.
Words come in and out of mouths because heads would blow if they were kept deep in a shallow mind
One tiny cell, alive with a code of divine invisibility, First Cause is the Unmoved Mover, really a climb
From the muck and mire, in the black or red mud, hungry to recycle the dead plants, smoke-high hash
Way down six feet more or less, unless you're bones and rotten organs got incinerated to hella grey ash.
Innocent and possibly too hopeless to be completely hopeless yet there's a light at the end of the tunnel
Off in the darkness' distance, light years or just another moment away, hard to say if this is just a riddle
I'm supposed to be inclined to not only tell you the secret occult wisdom but also believe it's true blue
Or chartreuse, maybe a different hue of amber or topaz or emerald or diamond, on a ring round as you.
From an orbit outside of my living organs, there is an alien presence tasked with absorbing Oneness
My memory is recollecting a condition of moving from innocence to the guilty presents my highness
Putting my mind over the matter is all I could do the day before the end of Times for the rolled gold
Punks I came from and punks I put out of the Nucleus, right, wrong, good, bad, leaf twisted & rolled.
Brutes and the unfathomable progeny spawned from mutant, recombinant blue, black & redskin
To say words, the spells of the magic making effects just happen, by the wiggle of a nose or paw
Temptations of Eve and the apples of Adam are tales to pass Time from here to there, now & then
Monkeys and apes in trouble with their mothers and fathers, DNA code of the acid trip mode, y'all.
Asleep walkin' around, sleep walkin' from dawn 'til sundown without a clue about the reason why
Because you don't go to church, you don't believe in the unseen, the invisible, the miracle superfly
Reason to rationalize, apes are human too, humans are cro-magnon mutants, then to Neanderthal
Meaning you believe you're a special, immortal soul, piece of the cosmic dust, just dead & grateful.
Simply a mind, a simple complex of neurotic sparks of living tinker bells, sparkled away in no Time
Prairies and the hills' mountain peaks protrude from the flat ground that arose up out of grimy slime
Cosmic church, gun-shy priests without a worshiper, empty button-up suit makin' dog cocker spaniels
Keep your chestnuts hot on-fire, holy black, starlit night of Jack Frost & Carols high on Jack Daniels.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Mardi, Freezember 22nd, 2020 A.D @ 4:44 PM PST
{ Jammed listenin' to Christmas Carols #UTA on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/vEcIvgHLOq0 }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
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