HIGH HEAVEN'S SPACE'S PIT, MOONLIT VARIANT TIME HOLES, STARDUST
Round up the kids, saddle up we're gittin' outta this Space's Time, here now is already gone
Just here and there a minute ago, I listened & watched as the things themselves went too far
On the edge of the ledges up on the top of the sky's scrapers, I still see 'em all jumpin' down
No comin' back after that final decision to jump, they couldn't reverse the fast forward K-car.
Totally sober and tea-totin' the smoke in a one-hitter frame of reference, a byte of my Maui
All the men and horses are taken care of, the posse is down for the night, nestled in the sea
Of being all too human in this menudo, that's a dream within a dream, a waking, a woke boy
Lookin' for the girls to make more of the same in perpetuity, meet back at the local bar's toy.
Who other than your ma & pa are your maker man? Woman? You know the answer, silence!
It's all good and bad and ugly but it's all we've got and if you know more than that, y'all fools
Underground or above and below the dirty grime of the planet's refuse, burned cinder jewels
Oil underground, gold in mountain caves but why? We were an allstar man, it's what she sells.
Justice is what it is, what we are, cowboys' gangs rewarded punishments for a hooker's sticks
Gunsmoke settled after the bullets flew and the only ones left were the Bad & the Ugly, hicks
Starting from scratch 'cause they were illiterate and read nothing, rolled gods into One wraith
They hit and they kicked it, they threw it up, up & away, didn't get too far on the middle path.
I shuffled off to Buffalo, New York or the orphanage I'm from, I can't recall now, hey, I'm dead
Cut me some slack, give me a break or else it's going to get busy up in here, until we're all free
We're all indentured and even a celebrity is a slave to the mother of us all, the end is it, all of it
Hoping to see your faithfully departed is akin to praying for food you've eaten to reincarnate.
You have a mask on your face to impede the volume of oxygen you inhale, your brain atrophy
Poked, blinded eyes by Darkness in the light of day, you're trippin' on an LSD's bowling trophy
Your mind fell down low, to a place where Alice or Pan went, Wonderland or Never Never sign
It's time to do what we're doing, #KissThis, doin' it every day 'til the ends of Time, it's #SoFine.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Vendredi, Janvier XXIst, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 888 AMPST
{ Drafted jammin' to a loop of @Seanpaul #SoFine link @ https://youtu.be/8PQgYpnhDIw & #Stardust by @NatKingCole @ https://youtu.be/DjU6ZjrQulc }
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