YOUR MOON SHINED, A CRESCENDO, A PEEVE, EH?
Tigers & lions dreams begin & you've no idea who or where you are, here, now too
Space and Time itself are constructs of the human brain's genome, DNA gone blue
Freedom and slavery are nothing compared to the coral of life, ready to be the food
Of men and mice, of dogs and cats with their cave dwelling owners of their blood.
In the seminal vessel, a miniscule particle of charm breaks free into the Void to me
Inside the skull apparently above the ground, an urn or casket or Davey Jones' skree
Come hell or high water, that means until death do us part with the H2O, I'm the One
Been there on it for seventy years and there's One more thing, split cortex? It is done.
Completed mission from the ground zeroes to the epitome of the peak of empty Space
A drive or a flight or a walk or a crawl gets the locomotion to begin, First Cause's ace
In the empty, dark hole or in broad daylight, punks and pundits enter the comical race
Laughing past the bank versateller, nothing ventured or gained from that awareness.
Without sense and without any gold or silver, pirates raid the haves, create knaves
Unscrupulous lovers of living for cheese and shiny gold teeth and nose rings of slaves
Doing the master's bidding to avoid the whip and the isolation of being out of control
Caged behind bars or inside of a lunatic cubical of isolated spirit, exit of death's hole.
Hung, poisoned or natural sleep into the eternal night without a wake-up call, my god
Or God depending on if there is One or more than One, offspring of the Main Vein bod
Which is empty of gas, empty of matter and form to construct life as we know it, a chill
To be or not to be after you die, that's a shaky, spear question without response, I will.
Be is to exist without a host, I cannot do that, I need air and water and junk to eat
Avoid being eaten by the hungry who have no idea that I am not FOOD, I'm a MAN
Spelling & calculating the data from an age of reason to an age of decrepit solipsism
I found you and I, nobody else in the room, there's no trinity except the solar system.
Planets unknown lookin' like the cornucopia of emptiness inside and outside of gods
Divinity posited because only Blind Faith reveals the open sight of guns and hotrods
Here's the tranquility, the day you die my man and my woman, all Adam's Xmas Eves
Making Reality, a Being apart, departed red blood & bones return to gods' of peeves.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Lundi, Janvier 25th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 1:11 AM PST
{ Drafted listenin' to #SmoothCriminal by #BlackFaceSuspect @Michael_Jackson1 on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/h_D3VFfhvs4?list=RDh_D3VFfhvs4 }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.? #oomcdh
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