TOLLWAY FREEWAYS & SNOW, WHINING SPY VS SPIES
Living in the middle of here & now, there you go, it's all you get, tents & the filthy dirt
Earth, mankind and the rest of the Cosmos cannot hold a candle to the sun, the Star 1
Oh, the humanity and inhumanity of civilization & the saturated nature of Reality fun
Beings alive from cell mitosis & the blind faith in a revelation from a Ghost that I hurt.
Bums and junkies know one another, they are one and the same, every bum's a junkie
Chump change exchanged between the victims of anti-abortionists, holy welfare scree
Incompetent competance at being an ignoramus, I ain't lyin' either, it's no joke, I shun
These and those but neither you nor I have been indoctrinated ova zygotic revolution.
In precession of a procession, there is a launch of your immortal soul in a great above
What in hell that means nothing at all to a corpse with eyes wide open & lips unloved
Ghost like the invisible "feeling" you get from the memory and recollection of a spoof
A representation of the fading conclusions represented by intuition and a priori proof.
Go and rest your case upon the ultimate assumption for a logical, rational homo sapien
Like you & your mama, even if you're an orphan, you're immersed in a mortal One's sin
No conscious memory yet hammered into a subconscious acceptance of the tool of Will
Power to intend & affect effects, to be First Cause of things themselves, dressed to kill.
I'm good & you're bad, things change & then it all stops cold without a next day, ah hell
Not a brief moment in Time leftover, Space is infinite but whatever we are, it's noone's
Maybe two or three or a multiplicity of temporal infinitives, as old as living dead sons
Somewhere over jails' rainbows, burnt sun, moon & heaven's blow, strung out cowbell.
Been up and down during the sky's above, only eight miles straight up above, bygones
As if a beanstalk wasn't climbed nor fallen from, as if Jack had choices of a drawn chit
Nothing but air above & below, Space and Time conventions of abstract bitches & sons
In a canine sense of being a stud or a bitch, ain't nothing that's all too human about it.
Omega to the Alpha puts you at the consciousness of the Ends, your End, it's clear light
Past is conventional cerebral cortex neuronal sparks, the life we know as soul shine, I
You or anyone's secret, occult circles of rings & revolutions of dog-gods' angel flight
Out of spy insight, out of your mind, why are you here man? Woman? Aye, lass, aye!
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Mardi, September 21st, 2021 A.D. @ 8:88 AMPST
{ #MalfunctionInTheJunction occured during this draft of the 21's & inspired by listenin' to an apology for nothing by @Edward_Snowden1 link @ https://youtu.be/V1WpET8_-A0 }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
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