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Monday, August 30, 2021

MENTALLY WEALTHY IN STEALTH MODE, AD INFINITUM A H O, YO

SKIN & BONE IN THE GAME, SWIM TO CHICAGO FOR BULL'S EYES
Sheep grazing and trying to eat everything on the ground, feet were always right there pal
Beneath you, far down below the lowest echelon of the critters who roamed and croaked
No bones or memories down inside the holy hole in Space, Nothing is there, that is All of it
Rust and diamonds come from it eventually, like it or not, with or without you, I'm integral.

A literal moron & a figurative imbecile mated while incarcerated in a poorly concentrated camp
Monkeys with uniforms ran the yard, fenced off in barbed wire and patrolled by Barky Doberman
Dreams ended, doors slammed, fear and loathing ruled the world at attention, detention's lamp
Party to the ways means of the probing committee, fly on the wall says, can't do it, nobody can.

Exceptions to every rule if it's a matter of the lost time while spinnin' in circles of  emptier spaces
Never stopping to remain at rest as it was in the beginning before the Big Bang, homey of thugs
Lord God off of cloud nine at the five n' dime, across Chicago Av, down towards the corner's faces
Of city babies and their parents who raised them there in the muck and the mire's kisses & hugs.

As strong as the need requires, that's where I am, every moment, every day, thank my daddy, yo
One grateful man may not be a great man but even a simple man is good for a little ol' love song
Preferably the beginning & not the end of the Love flowing from the heart, as if this is tomorrow
Woke up this morning, I was not #Woke as I might've been if I'd not been dreamin' I'm alive bro!

That's right, I'm sad, blue and frequently happy too as it should be since it's being all too human
Born & die without any concrete, rational reason why, Space collided with matter & made Man
It's the history behind the narrative that we're lost in emptiness, stars are millions of miles away
You're origin is an act of immaculate conception in a cesspool of deceased, darkness of the day.

Sudden impact of light blinding your eyes & causing 20/20 vision of a third eye, eye to eye to eye
Spirits in the day unseen but behind the night, felt deep down in the soul, nerves on edge on nigh
Intelligence quotient beyond mine, genii muster necessary conditions to become a piece of work
Art for Art's sake, not for fame or good fortune, just for the hell of It, I came, I saw & did the jerk!

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Jeudi, August XXVIth, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 5:55 PMPST
{ Drafted while listenin' to the buzz inside my head, nothing to hear here, move along now!  ...& listenin' to @WARTheBand #LiveAtTheGrove2007 youTube link @ https://youtu.be/NCn7uXElnH0 }

FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?

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