SLIPSTREAM WAKE OF A RIP-TIDE TRIP, TO BE A WOKE GOD'S DAD, BLACK MOLLIES, INFINITE BENDS
Nothing sucks worse than the end of the fun you have at life
Living happy, laughing & never sad, always positive for a wife
Trending a series of thoughts to coincide with the annhilation
Subjects & objects merge into One, cataclysmic Singularity
All for One & One for all, it's not much but it's a bit genius
Making the thoughtless amongst us think about thoughts of us
All in the name of the father, son & holy ghosts who left it
Matrix Earth, dimension zone, fallen ancestors, immortal chit.
Inside of the final movement of your bones, you know the way
Down underground, melted smoke on your cat's cradle of hay
Smoldering, spark Earth's power to be a Pulsar Star twinkle
Inside the center of your mind or outside the galactic tinkle.
Downsized & evolved of invisible RNA, a naked, four-eyed bro
No human is quite all too human as Fred said, it's null & void
Cancelled and absorbed back into the cosmic mix, high or low
Anywhere, anyplace, anytime, I bled out of God's hemmoroid.
Last time is identical to the first time, difference is a wash
Zero to infinity isn't as far as you think at first, it's a blink
Of the eye or the sunlight shining before it's inevitable finale
Black Hole, Singularity, drilled 3-hole balls in a bowling alley.
Strike to spare all others from feeling awful about losing face
I am going to the store for naked ape clothing, to save Space
You won't miss me when I'm gone, you'll vanish from here too
Nothing personal, Time, Space & ALL things are Dust, Boo!
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Mercredi, August 17th, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 808 AM
{ Emptied fuel tanks jammin' to The Queen of The Slipstream on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/0bDEzE_NpVU }
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