BURNT DEAD SCROLLS OF THE SEAS, OF ARISTOTHENES & CARVED CV + RS
God damned the idea of this Earth's platform to be spherical and empirical logic & wisdom
Memory of the ancient dream's origin, the unconscious realm of angelic, disembodied some
Bruno put some fire in the cosmic extraterrestrial evolution of DNA or a cosmic, power milk
Which form of forgetfulness do you choose, know thyself or pretend to be a slave of gods' ilk.
Forget about what you never knew and just now discovered, that form comes in & out of her
Mothers of Earth will look about them from ground to the sky and above the inner space here
Middle road running everything in sight one way, from the alpha to the omega, it will end It
Creator and the created can be everything it is, all of it is One & that One is for All, God's spit.
Death ends life and life doesn't spontaneously combust from Nothing but the Void, it's magic
Like it always was it will always be, a wise, epic phraseology mutation of Wording hella flesh
Pain of the labor my female friends and relatives have given this world to nurture the species
Of human wisdom and the problematic philosophy of a sceptic, there is now mine, up for air!
Masters and the students progress from quantum subatomics to recollection of suchness, Id
Errors unfold the essence of eternity, blinded by a kind of light, ultravioletish infrared CoVid
Monkey bites on the bytes full of frankincense and myrrh or some other dust off of the floor
Not putting you on, I never would for any reason, unless drugged & passed out, at One blur.
Four eyes behind the persona that mutates at will, multiple personalities in a rubic's ol' ally
9 moves & all sides are side-specific, everything is broken tails, silver, bronze, old rolled gold
Shapes of the unlimited infinite spontaneously become conceived and so begin to mitotically
Blue and silver for the colors of the Rolls, nothing matters, if it did I'd know, so pray for me.
Eagles fly and land, mate and eat the prey of the gum chewin' hillbilly boned and far too high
Lacking any other reason for being alive other than accidentally on purpose, off an IUD or pill
Just because I thought you were so pretty, cuter than a bug in a rug & that it ain't a white lie
It's what the hell's already gone, ultimate power makin' Aristothenes magic, my queen's chill.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. July 17th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 10:10 PMPST
{ Minted in uncirculated condition under the influence of a miracle on Speckle Way & listenin' to @EricChurch #ColdOne & #HITS link @ https://youtu.be/4LZt4CfrfiU }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
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