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NOTHING TO SEE HERE, MOVE LEFT ALONG THE THIN ICE, I'M CRACKIN' UP

I heard you whisper in my ear one day after you died, without me you couldn't find the Way

It was there and then just like it's here and now and always will be the thing that I am, a One

Seventh sun of a cosmic soup's galactic solar system, intent is all there is, All is One, Sam I am

No drag because the hangman wasn't a man, hangman was a woman, explains the coverup.

Knowledge is power and the wisdom to wield that magic wand in the face of a goddess' debt

Gleaned from the annals of philosophers before and after Socrates' student, a Plato of Milea

From eternity where I come from to the beginning of the ends of your trip on LSD's mama mia

Music and philosophical jargon in me for the lyrical journey to eternal verities, unseen sweat.

Careful as Homer clearing the bases with a grand slam, to listen to this is to get on board, Zen

What it is can't be known by everyone, it's impossible to unveil miraculous Truth about Shyte

Trickling down the trickles from the cumulus and stratus clouds, H2O to clear the deck of men

Second look on the vision yields the Truth, hidden first glance, a wide open smile of gods, It.

Called out around the world for a brand new beat & it came right out the darkness' doorbell

Chicago, New York and New Orleans made it all spread to Utah, Texas California's golden son

Monkeys they were now mutated into the spankin' monkeys, throttling progeny & they fell

That's where it's all at, place in Space, above and beyond, below and within a nucleic neutron.

Stations of the cross and of the trains that criss cross the tracks of our alligator tear Nile river

Amazon flowin' just like the Mississippi, hungry fish and tribes of humans survive the punches

Comin' from mighty apes, all of these words and meanings of thoughts about bread & butter

Hunger satiated out of the dirty air and muddy grounds for the sake of millennial free lunches.

Smoked the leaf, it was sweeter than pie and really hipper than hip, higher than father above

Beyond the wars and battles designed to foster the Super Nova, pacing the weapons for Nova

Out of our feet & hands, it's what is hip for the solar system, a galactic, pancosmic faux boob

Rip a gaping hole in the fabric's matrix, momentarily lapse reason, ending One groover's tube.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Mercredi, September XVIIIth, MMXXI Anno Domini @2:22 AMPST

{ Created out of thin air this AM because the #Muse needed to vent while jammin' to the @WhitneyHouston & #HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/eH3giaIzONA }

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