#ICU but you #DontSeeMyGhost #JustWinCryBaby #RaidersNaturallyDayDreamt @AbbottAndCostello @Mariah_Carey

BALLS REGURGITATED UNDERNEATH GOLDEN GATES

Do all you can to repeat the redundant and mundane until it's all there is, drop a dime

From gardens in your yard to the prairies out to the open oceans in Space, just in Time

Just outside of this atmosphere, this gas is all there is to keep us alive in a deeper blue

Of cosmic, winding DNA to be or not in The Way, muddy water dust, whirlpool of screw.

Fire symbolizes the origin and the final destination of the soul on ice or in stained glass' blazes

Icing is on the #Cake, you and I will eat it too when the time comes, star-sun will rise in phases

Never moving but we fly faster than light in the common denominator of a One, undergrounded

7th sons & their ilk hang on corners, as if uncontrolled welfare of dependents, papas ain't dead.

Beams of light move from a point to another, lines drawn in the sand, over there, now o'er here

Kindness and aloofness gets you out of the picture like you're a fly on the wall, be mean my dear

Invisibility is all it's cracked up to be, to be the unfiltered, unbridled nature of a humane racetrack

Like the wildebeest and the worm, we move, we came out of nowhere & we're on the way back.

Come on woman!  You know I'm right just like your daddy, your boyfriend, you're human my son

Monkeys in banana paradise, trees and caves to hide the deeper scat from ape's soul dreamin'

Of surf and skiing on the waves and the wakes of the speeding hulls' blood-like flow, die cruisin'

For vermin & human alike, life in a hole, die in a hole, beauty & beast, we are one, we're all done.

Shoot the threes, get fouled to drain three shots gone afoul of the Way, time out, game's all over

Scored was tied & then it wasn't, shots were missed and made, end game was a washed up lover

Overtime for the deadline to score points, runs, hits, errors, missed shots, swung at the fouled air

Just be the One you were conceived to be, the One born native to the mud, the blood & the beer.

A game and the night of the owls . . .  it's all in the game that's not really a game at all, loser MO

Your filter for the decrepit skin, bone and ash is useless for the never, neverland of heaven's blow

Mercury to the empty dot called Pluto, the dog of the contemplation, the bark of the Word's con

Fools rushin' into the horrid mix of fetid nightmares and scrumptious daymares, turn it of, It's on!

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Friday, September 3rd, 2021 Anno Domini @ 10:10 AMPST

{ Dribbled around until the game was all over, no HARM, no FOUL, free throw & It Is Done, y'all! }