SIT DOWN A SPELL, IT'S OVER, MEDIA DUMPED & EMPTY, ALT/DELETE FILE
My poor little heart skipped a beat and then two and then well, here it is
Ending like it began, in a puff of invisible smoke, a soul on ice melted rock
Fun and games are all over, it's the refused junk from the bums' mainlines
Silence and deafening stillness recovering from the Big Bang noise grinds.
Monkeys ignorant apes as they are cannot see the end that's out of sight
Out of their minds trying to eat and screw their ways to the ultimate goal
Void empty of the bangs and bombs away in jungles and deserts, sky cries
Tears ain't rollin' down my cheeks anymore, I got wings to fly as body dies.
Symptoms come and go from the end to the final beginning that mercy ilk
Sadness and the losers attitude gets your life in tune with the spilled milk
From mothers, goats or cows, the teats leak the special brew of humanity
Squirts come out of the matrix, without a choice to be or not to be, empty.
Getting in bed without another human being is cool under the silk quilt sin
Being all alone & happy with that feeling of Oneness without a multiplicity
Bones and skin moving along the parralel lines to the right angles' function
To circle's 360 degrees there's four 90 degree angles within a holly of folly.
Forensic and criminalistic come after the scene of a crime's been sterilized
Germs, bacteria and viral infections dead & gone with extinction realized
Nothing left for the humanity to manipulate while revolving around a Sun
Just breathing, eating, defacating, mating, creating & destroying only One.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. BLOVEMBER XXth, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 7:11 AMPST Samedhi FOG
{ Created outta Nothing's FOG where Nowhere's Everywhere & listenin' to APEMEN PLUCK THE STRINGS #TheSkyIsCrying @AllmanBrothers @ https://youtu.be/Wr_9yt4hsHg }
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