A CADRE OF MINDS' LEFTOVER FOOD OF ONE'S DEARLY DEPARTED LIVES
In the beginning there wasn't even a stitch of light in the darkness, grim but no hot fire to burn the lie
A secret mission of mercy launched with no knowledge of The Way of Zen masterpiece's of empty sky
Above and beyond what's down under and below the whole batch of liquid, solid and gas content
Ingredients on the cyber-recipe written in symbolic signs, above and below where I am, a god send.
Intelligence of the unidentified objects and aerial phenomena is suspect, future, past or presented
As if we don't care that there's something more to this universe than just me, my sins & the gods
Or The God, the Zeus, the Ahura Mazda sounds of breathing and sucking lips, exciting daily bread
Supreme Oneness of the singularity or the creator/destroyer, grounded in flying objectivism pods.
Reason and rationality of the evolved primate is the only reason for the existence of mankind, it's ilk
God wants to check the inside out so that the efficiency of the nightmare might get as smooth as silk
On the other hand, regardless of divine intervention or premonition, what happens happens too late
Nobody ever takes It with them, spirit-soul-ghost must remain here and now or merely disintegrate.
It's all in the game of love or just existence if you're at One and all alone, either way it's all too human
Because it must be, there's nearly no choice to be or not to be, all decisions have been made to rescan
Cause of the First Cause near the Big Bang's literal translation, helps the Christos burn the bridge down
Savior of The Saved who've accepted the Blind Faith that conjecture is the Truth, damn skippy, blown.
Megalopolis floating in emptiness, not alive or undead but present Reiki, Escrima, artful dodger vape
In a scuffle or just a playful joust with blunted weapons, bamboo sticks of mass destruction, setup ape
Committee to hear one thing go in & out of one ear, a fictional account in a massive ball of confusion
Microscopic to Oneness yet macroscopic to nucleic atomic mass, psychedelia shack of suicidal sins.
This is where it's at, right down underneath the junk and jam from the winters that won't fall downtown
Hot pink and royal purple makin' the flashin' a little bit better than it used to be, still takin' off my shoes
Sittin' down for smooth smoke movin' in & out of the idiot's flattop & the moron's crewcut, get down
Loud booms are sounds of the bombs blowing up the silent partners of Mercury, Venus & Mars' blues.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Thursday, September 2nd, 2021 Anno Domini @ 11:11 AMPST
{ Drafted while jammin' to @Harmony_Korine ON @letterman #KIDS & #GUMMO link @ https://youtu.be/KRO6jZgQ6i4 }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
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