MEA PATER & MATER OF SPACE & TIME, IN TREMELO TROUBLE
I wrote it down, all she said to me when I was fast asleep but I couldn't see It
You know the thing, what it is when you can't see or touch it in an epileptic fit
Common grounded in dead lead based gold, seventy Christmas eves' fights above
And below the thing, you know the thing I can't recall but what matters is Love!
In the pinch, out of any shelter, no home to go back to because you got lost here
That's the whole story of many men & women on Earth, seven continental shelves
Hangin' stockings on fireplaces, runnin' trains around in circles about Santa elves
Bad and good all get a little something to make it all worth while, pretending to care.
You can't pay attention to the words you read and you must take the gist of the salad
Holy babies born and bred to die in pleasure or pain without regard for the dead ends
Wherevers they are is where it's all at, on coastal craggy beaches or high up in hills
Wishin' a Christmas was more than a baby born to die on a cross, on a hill of star dirt.
Saints named Christopher and Nicholas not to mention the Alberto and the Ricardo
On the floor or in the sky, behind all of the sleigh bells, we are here to make the blow
Wind of the four directions of the spinnin' wobble goin' around in ecliptic repetition
Free Will to choose the Good, the Evil or what's left in a Nothing sandwich of Ham.
Curious that the things themselves came from somewhere no longer in my #Bawls
Completely stunned by the light comin' out of the skies and ground, blinded I am It
No proof of that theory's evolution, I have naturally selected my self's missing link
What I am and what I was is what I'll always be, Son of God, Son of Adam-ALs!
Coming forward and reversing the momentum from the end back to the Origin toy
A monster ball of star fragmentation with the potential for germinating muddy dirt
Enculturation of the virus and bacteria in their petri dishes puts Man into Woman
No other way to make day & night, you know the thing, intercourse, #ComeOnMan!
The light remains off until you flip the switch and only you're in charge, in power
Nobody is going to die for you when it's your time to die, stay alive up in the tower
Celebrate the moments of clarity and decades of cultural confusion, as St. Nick's face
Beatin' off my metronome, spellin' magic on the Planet's who do, what I am, Space.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Vendredi, Freezember 25th, 2020 Anno Domini @ 5:55 AMPST
{ #AllIWantForChristmasIsYou in an infinite Chicago-Loop, thanks @MariahCarey <3 link @ https://youtu.be/CYvm0P-v3Jk }
FUBAR ^ FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
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