#FAKEBIRD 1 LOVE & 1 LONE #DRONE UNSEEN UNCERTAINTY PRINCIPLE
Asking too many questions will lead to a plethora of finite answers leading nowhere
Which is exactly where this conglomeration of sped up, slowmo movie goes, here
It's what you think if you think that you exist because you're thinking, where's proof
Common denominator and numerator of all fractional calculus is One or Zero, oof!
It will be the way it is regardless of your personal consciousness' selfhood on Earth
Before you were conceived and after your spirit fills the ether of a Void, once again
Carwrecks or dyin' of diseased DNA or just an accidental passing of grim reaping
Bloody Sunday or Saturday night at the movies, either way, teach children to sing.
Voice of the apes who are still naked and cover up their skin and bones with drapes
The birds are flyin' into the yard by the flock, eatin' the seed collection of the vapes
You and I know that without me this isn't goin' down, nothing will be said or heard
On the inevitable time line from conception to the depressing post mortem beards.
Corpus dillecti has it's clickbait cosmic value, circulating the ashes of trout and cod
All of them thought they were immortal when they were mere mortals, not one god
In millions of tries at the climax of the play, nothing remains perfect, an imperative
Of categories' subjects and predicates of ethics, morality and the smoke to survive.
Fond of the miracles that happened before I was born, the legend of divine archives
Call the books and story fragments whatever you will, survive with or without advice
Franken may be an Al or a Stein but the bottom line is above and below the two die
Roll 'em twice or thrice and you'll see that the odds are against thee & me but why?
Jingles & bells sell hard candy leftover from COVID19 celebration of a Godmade bat
You gotta love the population's continents, with due scat respect, all too human son
Recycling the things anima eat, called food, water and transformations into wet scat
Where you & I go from here and now is a mystery until the end & then, "It Is Done!"
Scoopin' scum off a surface of a pond, con-maelstrom pit quicksand's unholy unknowns
Humanity's entrance to Hades & so it goes, fall in, falling in love, go viral G-string K-cup
No worries to beat yourself up no more, you ain't alive but your feet are in the ap-stirrup
I appear to be a bird, dark angel or invisible creep but I'm just #FakeBirds, #Drones.
There's a bone I have to pick with the dreams in your mother's head, I know she's old
Or she may be faithfully departed with or without your knowledge, could be orphan cold
In any case, if it's Friday then it's the imaginary day that gives you two days off of Work
Peanuts for the elephants who never forget, nevermore, nevermore, crow or man, jerk!
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Janvier VIIth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 1010 AMPST
{ Translated from the Twilight Zone's ones & zeroes, it's the matrix we've come from & will return, cosmic dust from #AhuraMazda & while listenin' to @DavidBowie #SpaceOddity #MajorTom #GroundControl on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/-802mAXRVsE }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D?
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