There is no way to know why you exist, listen to the words of the elders’ guess
Uneducated, ignorant, fear of the darkness’ void above, below & all around us
Highlighted hypothetically with a shadow, only it knows for certain, what it is
What it’s always been is what it’s mutated into, recessive gene of goddess fizz.
A mother, Earth and a father, the Sun, a star in the universal pantheon of holes
Some black, others white yet none of them red, green or blues of danged fools
High or low below the nucleus of the One left over when it’s All over for mass
Energy allows oblivion to be immersed into the maelstrom of swirl raced past.
I have known the news before it occurred to the Earth’s intelligent homo saps
It ain’t their fault that the innocent egos disbelieve The Truth’s open wire taps
It’s always been out there and inside of here, all is one because One is the All
Way to come & go, in and out of the bakery, the restaurant, the outhouse’ pall.
Fighting or using the force incoming to remain in it’s inertia motion to the end
Of the short story or the long epic drama or comedy of gods & fools who offend
Their sons and fathers all know nothing more nor less than the End’s comin’ in
Incoming so take cover, hide your eyes from light, so you can’t see mortals sin!
In the hive, no room to be one when you’re just a cog of the many, tweet me out
I’m not gonna lie, unless it’s necessary to condition your mind & body to shout
Only you know and I know what this means, war and peace of humanity’s culture
That’s all there is in the solar system, all there is in @Twitter, what it is, you are.
Shadow banned solo and in concert with the orchestral minions who banter puff
Speech and words, phrases, diatribes of a sensation to smell the cast away scat
How this happened in a Void? Don’t ask me, there are tall tales, spin of the teat
Spun down to infinity’s ‘X’ as if there’s another repository of all too human spoof.
I know how to censor my thoughts and words yet I use them for the hobo junk
Swear & curse in a very nice way using virology unfamiliar to red, white & blue
I was taught the ABC’s before 6, taught critical analysis by 23, child to man who
Intent injected, trippin’ on the time line in Space, God’s Truth smells like skunk.
On being a fast ball hitting the sweet spot of the wood or metal, it’s like a dream
It takes a minute to get there but it bounces up and down until gravity’s grave
Sucks it into the state of rest upon it’s seams that never come apart, where I sat
Hey, hey Willie, Roger, Barry & Alex don’t stop censoring the Babe’s shadow, fat!
This is perfect, it’s the unknown, #ShadowBanned by @Twitter and @Facebook
Now it’s like it used to be back in 1951, before I was born in Shy Town by a lake
Holy boy, child moved from innocence into open unconscious trench of my mirth
Corporation of innocent people proven guilty as charged by the minions of #Hook.
High up above the fray, where brave humanity fears to go, Gods groom the scum
To rise up to the top of the heap of scat that can’t be suppressed by hobo & bum
I’m goin’ nowhere as quick as the speed of light, it’s so fast, it’s dark in the vortex
Leading you & I to the Ends of Time, appreciate cast voodoo, spell of love, my hex.
by
r j j Stephan, i
c. Freezember XIIth, MMXXII Anno Domini Lundi @ 711 AMPST
{ Cozy notation from cosmic scum of Earth, drafted while in static state of somnambulism & jammin’ @ https://youtu.be/J08ZwySCoJ8?list=RD-tRdBsnX4N4 }
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