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DIG SUNRISE, DRIFTER ILLUSION, UP & DOWN, TIDE AT ONE

You have no standing when you're sitting down upon your rear admiral

Above and below the things that move and absorb one another's Cell

Living or not, the death is the food eaten to stay alive, as it always will

Dying is a necessary condition for your conception's failed control pill.

Immediately and from now until the end of infinity, you stroll in concert

With the beats and the rhythm's rhyme, to and fro, first & last in the dirt

Came from all food's death, all was alive, God's dam is good, it set sailed

Blew the wind at it all, dead & gone knuckles kept it, losers!  Y'all failed!

Known things and unknown forms remain invisible to my inner visionary

Joy to wake up in the AM just to rule my own little world, it is all my sins

I'm responsible for all sunshine & moonbeam reflections on jobs y'all, Ho

Sunshine and blue sky, my tiny illusion, my world, here, now, I gotta go!

Sung songs, painted pictures full of the dead meat that used to be happy

Grazing in pasture's grass, I'll be there when you return, where'd you go?

Had Faith, Hope & a loving Charity dream of salvation, a saved, safe Man

Then a war of death & destruction, Viet Nam killed a Word up, robot fan.

Corpuscles and muscles form the sight and sound of music, cosmic thump

Over when it is over, under a wannabe, holy soul's Spell, I inject a  dump

Filtered the Matter from the Energy, messed around with the mixed up It

Too human, male, female, mutation of DNA, intent/create random I-chit.

Last call to shut your eyes & as the night's sleep blocks all guilty pleasure

Remainder yields the melancholy pigs, cows, hens' #chickenfoot manure

Left behind by our ancestors, saga's divine comedy that ain't even funny

One Being cracked up into an infinite multiplicity, reality, tone deaf, Me!

Two left feet, can't dance, barely walk with crutches, wet-lippin' all joints

Mothers of pearl & the Marys who screwed their Gieuxs, got all god's sun

From tribes of continental drifts, Sunkeepin' apes divided by knife points

Earth 7th son, one Star in Space to redeem my lost & found, I'm this One.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Samedhi, February XIIth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 711 AMPST

{ Jammed out listenin' to @FleetwoodMac #Landslide in a loop link @ https://youtu.be/WM7-PYtXtJM & #Dreams @ https://youtu.be/Y3ywicffOj4 & @StevieWonder #DontYouWorryBoutAThang @ https://youtu.be/RxsBc5p-dPU }

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