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GOD'S LOST MARBLES, SHUT YOUR MOUTH, repeat ad infinitum

As if there's a reason for a species, other than random RNA/DNA recombinination

Dots of the matrix form the sensation of a form and shape of things in the star fight

In the darkness without any blown photons, nothing stops the hunger for the thing

Itself just flesh, bone & anything else that is liquid & solid electricity, go to the light.

Being saved by the gods or a God or metaphysical philosophers, all of It dead as me

Not yet of course, but I will be in a matter of space & time, ne'er a word-up for free

Common denominator of the numerators is One, all of it from a Big Bang of smoke

Black and grey puffs of burnt plants wafting through the faces of fat pigs in a poke.

Not a joke or anything, it's a barbeque as always, killed chickens and pigs and cows

Burnt offering to the gods for the beautiful reward to parents who beget the hatch

To be a living example of what you might have been, stay alive until you taks bows

At the end of the play, the story is all over, it began & it will end in a potato patch.

Underground and buried for the duration of the Earth's sweet revolution vanishes

Out of the Space's solar system called the Sun, the Son of God, Al-a, what Ga says

Greeting and saluting the End, as it is, without anything, no subjects or objectives

No action verbs or predication of the things themselves, all Platonic and my jives.

Inside or outside of the hole, you move away and toward the same thing, Nothing

Always there, everywhere forever without end, it's what it is and we blew a circuit

What?  Wait, I have no way to move backwards to the being of an unmoved wing

Flightless, stuck in the middle right here and now, I say, fuqit, it's Work, Let's do it!

Whatever it is, it can't be any different, it's the natural thing itself, it's so funky

Shut your mouth if you can't speak the Truth about the nature of the beasts

All of the things that eat plants and each other in order to remain above, sing

Alternatives are grim, heaven, hell or nothing at all, a nugatory state of being.

Marked the target with a bullseye even if there's no practice, I am in the endzone

Where the entire magazine goes, a round to the heart and two to the headphone

Monkeys were better off with no King and Queen, monks in all republican domes

Perks for runnin' down a Truth you know & I know and nobody else does, homes.

Benefits for all the ones who get their diapers off & find a latrine of wasted sins

Liquid & solid two equal what the gas is all about, blown subatomic mystery ions

Deny every subject and object on your last gasp for gas, rotate on boom fingering

It's the only place in Space you won't be denied, annhilate your soul & then sing.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  ROCKTOBER XXIIIrd, MMXXII A.D. @ 911 AMPST

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