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WHO AIN'T DOIN' THE RHUMBA, @GATESMAN?  #DeepDive in @GREENLANTERN'S TRAFFIC

Who is not the word, what is the word and that's the bottom line from all the top guns

Mothers of fathers we respect and obey due to their being here before us, got the runs

People made the world go and be happy from the sadness of fear of man eaters' of Car

Hot as a pepper, red, green or just caliente juice on the tongue, cleans the gums' tartar.

Fast as a mountain stream that won't stop until the ending comes, blown out a gasket

All dreams end as they began, nowhere with nothing, that's everywhere with all things

Common denominator is the One, it's all over the One, makes the thing itself, all It is so

Conclusion of rationality & the subject predication is that you're an accident, low blow.

All that was thought of before your & my conceptions is, momentary and fleeting come

To Jesus, Buddah or Krishna or no God's damned buddies, none get out alive, get some

What substance is this First Cause of the whole world, holding in handless bones to die

Invisible in Itchycoo Park, down near a river, we got high to try to feel a deep blue sky.

Grim circumventing of the actual Truth about being alive here and now, leads to Ends

Trending world & your life & everybody you know & didn't know, all Time's woke-wife

To get out alive you've got to be the ball, be the human, all too human even if you can't

Drive it home and in the thirty-sixth hole from the andromeda strain, island's high life.

Running after you're born to run is a consequence of being a star's burst of flavor & hits

From the joint or the bong, it's all goin' up in smoke with or without you, you can't win

It's a set up from Day 1, when the gods blew their stacks & the gaskets could not hold

Truth about justice & the Way of the warriors' sons, a species' DNA evolutionary gold.

To survive on this dirt ball's hard stone and dirty water, you've got to ignore the reality

Gonna leave someday not knowing when but it will be done, One star's dirty water son

To be with you or not, I still carry the water as if it's true yet I know I am all alone, I see

First contact aliens imploded, yielded this tripe, the Con is a word salad, a bum, a bee.

Like an everlasting scream in the darkness, outside outerspace, inside of a dark room

Picking the axe and beatin' the tight animal skins, bells & symbolic cymbols of a crash

Raced against Time without you here by my side. underneath my fall, a volcano plume

Hit the ground running & didn't know I was just the atomic fallout, hear my fizz, Home!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  ROCKTOBER 26th, MMXXI Anno Domini

{ Gods of the gods, multiply the infinity & zero results, therefore WORD, drafted this while jammin' to the #RhumbaMan by @JessieWinchester in a God's damned loop on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/lCjdvLbJcp8 }

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