BOREDOM'S BEDROOM AWAITS A BUM'S TALES, A BLOODY SAILOR'S MYSTERY
You have the look and when you're not blinded by the light, disappearances are It, everything
Not the only thing because there's something else that really isn't anything at all, it's nothing
Apes backward and forward in the march of atomic shatter from the Big Bang or the wild blue
In through the out door and having the double-double animal style, a shake, fries & more too.
Stacked from zero to infinity & back to the origin where even Popeye doesn't ever get to roam
Noted and now for the rest of the story that's a fictional account of thought causing this tome
Book of words regarding Ends of the other things themselves, subjected to a predication scoot
Exterminated nature of the beast and the unknown, ticket to paradise's last breath, then caput.
Appearances may be exactly what they look like, that matter in that form, a scent & good taste
One way or another the birds & the bees get the job done & so does the human nuclear waste
This Earth will be the origin of the recognition of a Black Hole's Big Bang, Singularity of Adam
Not only blessed with good fortune but also the only reason I'm the dreamer's sun, so Sam I am.
Throwing up the suppers and dinners to throw down with the enemies of the state of being us
Every baby born to every woman & man alive or not, all are a product of Earth's extinction bus
An evolutionary adaption to being atomic fission and fusion in retrograde to a black hole of soul
On the abstract line from a moment, this present to the infinite end of Time & Space, drum roll.
Staring out at the waterline, everything is clear, everything alive is covered up except sails high
Up & down the coast, in & out of islands, traveling on soft water 'cause the ground's too hard
Trippin' to the movement of tides and the glide of the wind blowin' north by southwest, to sea
For the last time, land is seen for the last time you blink & see angels, gods, dead loves, all Free.
Humane solution to fear of being dead while you're still alive, fretting test diagnoses gone down
Nothing really matters just like it never has before or after our conceptions, be happy, I'll frown
You find this completely incredible and impossible while I entertain the notion as Truth, a solid
A gas and a liquid are the only other things themselves other than anti-matter of the rock druid.
As above skies of blue, blackness is everywhere else surrounding us all, it's here or doom soon
We sent probes to prove the uncertainty principle's truth, that Nothing is Everything in a room
That has limits called the unknown and infinities called the gods, players of cosmic chess moves
Dreams to come and go like drifting sailboats in the Devil's Triangle, what boat sinks in coves?
Manikins & their ventriloquists who dress & undress their smooth plastic limbs, signal mama
She comes alone to prove that existence is futile, a repetition of things ad infinitum, it's karma
Reason for Doom & Gloom is the breaking of the First Cause's Law, war with Evil ape-monkeys
Good humans live & die but why, Life's to die for, says so in blacker, magical fortune cookies.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Vendredi, June 25th, 2021 A.D. @ 3:33 PMPST
{ Drafted watchin' & listenin' to #StarTrekVIII:First Contact link @ https://youtu.be/5Eg1jBJ10VI }
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