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KISS THIS, DOWN BY A DEAD RIVER FLOW OF a DEAD FISH

Plants, rocks & bugs looming above the fray, I'm in and out of It, the cream of the crop

Rose up about eight miles high & there was nowhere else to go, no up, down, in or out

I had the honor of escorting a few souls from here to there but they made me return

Actually, that's all in my mind but now the secret is out, an imaginary fool can't learn.

Being as such, the metaphysics of your somnambolistic frolicing is actually a cursed bit

Mortal being as you are, you have the mortal sins to contend with, divine gift of blood

To be or not to be is not only The Question it's the only inquiry without a response to it

Primary primates making 10 rules to get along & survive in the territorial divided mud.

World is all in your own head's mind, a nervous system fluke, freak of natural selection

Monkey around once or twice but you always go back to the lone wolf bum in a cavern

Bowing to the fire and the writing on the inner sanctum dirt walls of slate, dirt & grime

Water can't leave without taking us all with it, hydrogen, oxygen in concerto's rhyme.

Gone fishing to feed the evolved who are starving to death for love or just to eat food

Senses tingling for ratiionality during a darth of IQ, laughing my God's damned ass off

Sandman can't abandon me, I'm matrix of that illusion, the fit for a pit in a pendulum

Lower and lower the blade comes down to slice the thin skin, beheaded stem of dumb.

Drunk the beers and ales, even the abandoned whiskey, rye, vodka & gin, now I'm sunk

Woke up, awakened a moment before the last gasp of gas, saw a bright light, flipped It

Already ON so I had to #FlipItOff, a position to be or not to be in, either way I'm drunk

Chewin' on a piece of grass, smokin' some too, on Ventura Highway, on the holy scat.

Played it smart, waited 'til the whistle blew in the dark to hear the lighthouse's beam

Couldn't swim the tide, got drawn into the RIP & it looks like it's all over but the steam

Smoke on the water is the last there will be of me, it'll rise above the eight mile limit

To Neptune and Pluto, out of this world, no grave underground in gravity's hole, F-IT!

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Samedhi, June XI, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 711 AMPST

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