MAY'S DAYS, TWENTY THOUSAND & TWENTY ONE YEARS AGO . . . THEN there was @Madonna & the @RollingStones & @LukeBryant1

WHY MONA LISA LOOKS LIKE MASTER DA VINCI

Of course, you desire all of the wisdom you can absorb from the smartass punks

Everything you say is recorded for posterity's sake, for God's sake too, holy monks

Wrote the words on the walls so somebody would see them & understand The Word

That they knew they were going to die someday and didn't know the reason, holy bird.

A ghost or a spirit which is about all you may say about a thing that's immaterial in form

Yet, the shape of the form is an imaginary function of the human brain, as is the worm

It's a different form in appearance, in shape and essence it's matter, as we are, soul flesh

A warmed One, frozen motion of the ocean, seven seas drying up, leaving in a dash.

Three hundred sixty degrees around me, above and below me, I'm already gone too man

Not that it was my intention to be gone, likkity split, poof, just like that too human

Apes and the prehistoric bones we found buried in caves and holes in the polo grounds

All rejoice to be glad you are here and now, under my thumb as I roll the stone's towns.

Because there was no choice other than a self examination of the canvas, inside of the paint
Brown, green, grey, beige, blue mixed into a cornucopia of connundra, sitting still 'til the faint
Eventually someone cares that you were lookin' away when I was lookin' for your heart to show
You found someone else so I faded out of the picture, no more motion from my bones to blow.

Comin' & goin' before the end, I thought about how it used to be when you loved me, hey baby!
Maybe you really didn't feel the way I did, you probably didn't even like me, like I had the rabies
It had to be the way it was, the way it still is, without you maybe it'd be worse, but it's screwed
Separate & free, we wanted it to be this way, new love you found will always be, a happy dude.

Bottom line, in any case, on the one hand nothing really matters in the end with mouths agape
Serious graves of gravity below the surface's film of dust mean Nothing, except a shifted shape
Now is either in corpus dillecti or in fragments of DNA tainted calcium, above or below the One
Created this and left it all alone to fend for itself, you get your mom, your dad, you & I, the Son.

Seventh ones don't matter as much as the One does, yet the play must go on to what's forsooth
Sooner than later the climax results in the introduction to the Good, the Bad & God's Ugly Truth
An accident of unrelated collisions causes the living thing function, an appearance of a holy soul
Yet there is nothing to see or hear, taste, touch or feel IT after death, light blinds the black hole.

Thirst and hunger are dead to me, I am all there is to it, the remainder of the division's divisors
Monkey to the ape, zero to the One, a zygote to a corpse's maggot brain inside atomic drawers
Divided and united to think that you're alive and that you exist for a reason, so repent blue eyes
Either you're all there is and Leon is Mona or there's everything else & you are little, white lies.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Tuesday, May 11th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 6:18 PMPST
{ Drafted listenin' to @LukeBryant #OneMargarita... link @ https://youtu.be/YEq-cvq_cK4 }
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