STONE-BLIND, 'ROUND HERE BUZZ IN RENEGADE BLACKFACE
Chunks of imaginary time in this Space, he pizzed, it's an unmoved mover in a worm
Just in case nobody ever finds out that I came to Earth and spent a sperm's squirm
Got into the ovum and it only took one, me to be, all of the others turned ghostly
Seeing right through what used to be their flesh and bone, pay a ghosty host fee.
In or out of the rooms inside and outside of your head, in every way, it is a toy
Certainty principles spread out over the plains into the valleys & uphill to alpha
Premises and theorems, corollaries to equations and expressions of a final boy
Assuming everyone on Earth was born of a woman, makes you 1/2 female delta.
Above the core, below the zero ground there's a concept signified by a bad word
Not an evil one, just one alive as it should be for fools and dreamers of the bird
Flipped or flashed on or back stage when the time was right, I heard the tick tock
Chords & riffs of enlightened fingertips, frets all with need, hickory dickery dock.
Ran out of room and out of time, at the same time in the same place, so frosted
Like ice, it'd be frozen if you observed the whole shebang with explanation off
Diamond and gold in the mine that was so fine, it became the hole to die, cough
Beaten & retooled forever, result of Black Hole's suppine guilt trip, whip posted.
Finches or Ravens flyin' over the ghetto lookin' for the lost nests of the Bluebird
It was there a minute ago and then it vanished, it won't be comin' back, oh Lord
It's a temptation that must be allowed, the one thought, that I am One, it is first
Everything & everybody else is last, no good & no gods, Reality exists in my fist.
Disregard the previous sounds, sentences of the premises and conclusion to fix
Into the twilight zone, the great wide open, a gaping hole in the stratospherics
Mononucleus or polypeptide sequences, smiling at a thing itself in a river Styx
Slidin' on Forever's surface, avoid an undercurrent's eddy, today's TikTok tricks.
Harmony of all babes grown together in the womb of the tomb, in studio phaze
Keeping the harmony & the beat near a rhapsody in a blue purple microdot haze
White lightening after it's over, where would you be in a pouring deluge of rain
A desert holding it back, mix H complex O gases, but baby I'm already gone, pain.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. ROCKTOBER XXVIIIth, MMXXII Anno Domini, Vendredi @ 444 PMPST
{ Gods have been exiled, drafted this gem while jammin' to #DesertStorms #WhereIComeFrom @MontgomeryGentry link @ https://youtu.be/br98ad469og & #FullMetalJacket link @ https://youtu.be/OJuo-BIg44Y?t=3 }
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