ONE'S PASSENGER ROCKIN' A SLOW RIDE, OCEAN MOTION BY A GNOME
Communication between those who are not sentenced to live in the tower of Babel is cherry man
Nothing can beat the success of being understood by the One and the masses of sheeple at once
Go to the store, go to your mate's friends' dens and you'll see the memories of the elder apemen
Who randomly chose to fall in love with someone like their mater & pater, it ain't my fault man!
Don't shoot the messenger, don't pull your blade on me either, so skilled at the art of takin' verve
It's a matter of Time in this Space I'm in, you're visiting and we're goin' separate ways to a curve
It's an algebraic calculus of geometric proportions, at One & in an infinite, subatomic nucleus of It
What It is? That's the 64 hundred thousand billion question, it's the energy, star combustion chit.
Gods never come home because the fact is the Gods are home, the Gods are all there is for real
It's a fact of life, my father told me so, my mother listened to find out too, it was Christmas' deal
A man was born under divinity's direction due to the need for being saved from a holocaustal fit
Bombs away, turned the entire rock & roll venue into glass beads of the end game, leftover chit.
Punks here and there, moving and collecting the product of cosmic, illusory perceptions, a dream
In a dream within a dream, there're idiots and morons who abide by learned disgust with wisdom
They will know who they are, everyone will know who they are, as soon as their mouth is agape
Last gasp for O2 & the visions of sugar plums, tap dancin' & doin' the Tango on a seedless grape.
Bums & junkies takin' it easy becasue there's nothin' more to do except take this slow ride pull
From the ground below, then above, then below again, leftover chicken bones & a human skull
All there is, all there was and all there's gonna be from now until infinity mends the black hole
Gambling with your sons' cache, all the rage, all mine, nothing's mine, rollin' rock mind to blow.
Discover it, forget about it, ad infinitum, until you remain constantly at rest, just like the One too
3 persons in One God, it's a thing about nothing, impossible to be coherent, deduced inductions
Rhythm's left rockin' all night with or without you, One's fine, rockin' all alone, One's last 7th son
Slowed down matters little, BABY, shapin' Time's Space, good-evil Gold, man, y'all a #NUG one!
by
r j j stephan, i
c. FREEZEMBER XXIst, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 5:55 AMPST
{ Drafted while listenin' to @Foghat #SlowRide long version in a loop, on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/GcCNcgoyG_0 }
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