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KNOW THE WOKE CAN'T SCORE, EXTINCTION TRIP IS SET IN STONEROCK

So, enough of bone bad system's equity of equations, Calculus of Man, gram mind bend

Seriously woke without dreaming, as wide awake as a newborn babe out the holy womb

Bless the mothers whose labor brought all senses in flight, a search of One's sublime end

Only the beginning could get you here, I'm already gone but present to sweep the room.

Alright for the last time in Space, all of the other times were dress rehearsals to see skin

Red, black or blue, maybe yellow or albino white, all ontop of 208 bones, all the same In

With the light from direct sunlight and artificial atom ignition, the seeds bloom to weeds

In humungus fingers, Pocololo being alive to be hung upside down to cure higher needs.

Relief from the ennui and most importantly the feeling of excruciating torture of my will

To be or not to be was always the two options, from seven to seventy, god sent me a bill

Conception, gestation, birth, nurtured by nature, fittest to survive, in defensive offense

Humanity doesn't share identical ethical values of Life & Death, as above, so below ants.

Give me a minute alone with your hidden being that you forgot was deep inside of you

No joke, it's an exercise in futility to object to the serious request, your true Self screw

I've got the Phillips and the Flats to get the metal down tight, nevermore to detach it

Together it stands and if divided it will certainly fall & deteriorate into microscopit shyt.

You don't know like I know this, Nothing is more important than being awake in a dream

Dr. Zeus and Mr. PotatoHead have gone fishing for the rest of the century, it's the Ateam

I'm the head, you're the head, we're all the head of the thing I'm referring to, nonsense

Nuts & I voted but votes deemed insufficient, proud boys' coup d'etat, C minus students.

Income puts you out of the red and into the wild blue yonder, the sky's the limit, Space

Time is not a problem since it moves on with or without you, in a dream or #Woke face

In a book of cyberspace or a silent tweet of the twittering birds, in flight or a black hole

Nowhere to fly or to run fromt he predators, hungry for your flesh, blood & holy soul.

Diction comes above the surface and disappears below, still there but silent & stealth

Monkeys see what the others do & they do it too, why?  Immitators of the Void death

Far, far away from here and now, when your own dream of conscious awareness ends

There will be a repository of everything that Nothing has generated & annhilated, Sins.

Atoms don't have rules and regulations but laws of conservation avoid agony and defeat

Eat it or decommission it if it's inedible or else you can't turn your back or get forty winks

Just like your ancestors who survived prior to your presence, killed finks put in the sinks

On the wide open savannah or down in the swamp everglades, hungry, restin' sore feet.

I hit a grounder to third but the ball hit the base and bounced high in the air, out of sight

Left fielder rushin' into the infield ran into the shortstop & second baseman, it's a fight

For the ball, to snatch and throw the stones at the infidels who don't believe white lies

Carpenters in the canyon of rocks and stones, no trees, no bushes, no plants, No Wood!

Now, I woke up with wood but I'm neither messiah nor carpenter, though saved so hard

You find money on the ground, gold buried underground, diamonds & gems hidden in a yard

Being lost like the gospel of a savior who took a powder when he ran out of power, lamb BBQ

Wanting to save the sinners who disobeyed nothing but descended out Adam & Eve, God #Q.

This origin created the entire universe from a Void, literally without gas, no helium or oxygen

Not a wavelength of cosmic proportions nor of infrared nanometers, pretend to be a seer's kin

A distant nephew or great, great, great grandson, prophetic chosen One, who chose the One? 

So, blind faith in a set of propositions which are unprovableI kid philosophies, ignorant son!

Full stop and proceed with caution since you're ready to enter a C section, on of Main & 1st

Sweet love and so sour when it runs out of the sugar, out of the cool, Milky Way star burst

Jelly beans, honey, lemonade & the things I can't tell you about since the things are so void

Pins, needles standing on heads, gravity won't argue, it's the force to force the Force to hold.

I knew you'd always go whereever I went, don't know why my psyche got rank, file & a row

Imagine it was the spirits that moved the things without my paying attention, I need a blow

Wind of the North, a job from down on 1st & Pike, just a rest between the comeback I'll win

Dusted the rest, got an easy one left, I wrote the script, hence, Love?  FORGET it, I'm dreamin'.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Vendredi, April XVth, MMXXII Anno Domini

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