AS IT HAS ALWAYS BEEN, FOREVER OUTSIDE THE INSIDERS
Saturn devours it’s own rings and has no waste, eating with no out house dumpster garbage
It’s nothing personal that your parental influence were plastic diaper changers, olden daze
When the toilet water was both the waste water inside of the louver but a hole down below
If you live inside of the holy outhouse, your judgement is flawed and a ticket to extinction, go!
Whether you like it or not, you’re either on a moon of a planet, a star’s system or galaxy Void
Highly unlikely that you’ll ever know that your portion of the universe is everything, you android
Nothing personal, DNA does what it does, you do what you because of the random program’s @pi
3.14 is indeed the key to the lock of the secret, invisible door behind the infinite’s truthful, big lie.
Giants and midgets have nothing to do with anything other than your dream states of mind
Making the details more clear for the near-sighted who find the impossible watermelon rind
On the table, on the plate & down the gullet where it’s metabolized into the mortality scree
Body of 208 bones and the spirit’s subatomic force is what I am, what I was & always will be.
Castle’s magic between the empty space’s equation e=mC2 slivers and chunks of the demigods
Big Bangs and Plasma Technology fill the holy spirits’ of science and philosophy, theoretic clods
Trampling on the facts of life that your father never knew because no grandfather ever shed light
Upon the First Cause of the sensory perception between two ears of the skull & crackin' bones.
Carbon Monoxide & Dihydrogen oxide and Stephan’s quintet of Neptune’s dark region, Triton’s breach
Where the journey began through pre-civilization and it’s implant dissolved into the mud and blood
Not to mention the beer, the ale and the spirits in bottles, cans, glasses, mugs, steins in the ‘hood
Where your mother, baby brother and big sister didn’t even know your father yet he came to teach.
Inside of the DNA and RNA they carry within every single cell of their Self they call a name, Word up
From underneath the dirt buried over the ancestral bones and blood & underneath the sailor’s sails
Neither Paul Bunyan nor Davy Jones were for real, they are legends to learn from the fictional tales
Rising up above everything you’ve known, preconceived notion of Stephan’s Quintet, it’s a full cup.
Java or vindictive madness of the 17 year old fool who adjusted to nothing but the inner trauma
Of being born a man or a mouse, human or vermin is the luck of the draw, life has no holy agenda
Yet, that’s the way love is baby, that’s the way it goes when you’re down here on the grounded air
It’s LIVE & it might be prerecorded without you being aware, so be a holy pretender, say a prayer!
It’s nothing personal that your parental influence were plastic diaper changers, olden daze
When the toilet water was both the waste water inside of the louver but a hole down below
If you live inside of the holy outhouse, your judgement is flawed and a ticket to extinction, go!
Whether you like it or not, you’re either on a moon of a planet, a star’s system or galaxy Void
Highly unlikely that you’ll ever know that your portion of the universe is everything, you android
Nothing personal, DNA does what it does, you do what you because of the random program’s @pi
3.14 is indeed the key to the lock of the secret, invisible door behind the infinite’s truthful, big lie.
Giants and midgets have nothing to do with anything other than your dream states of mind
Making the details more clear for the near-sighted who find the impossible watermelon rind
On the table, on the plate & down the gullet where it’s metabolized into the mortality scree
Body of 208 bones and the spirit’s subatomic force is what I am, what I was & always will be.
Castle’s magic between the empty space’s equation e=mC2 slivers and chunks of the demigods
Big Bangs and Plasma Technology fill the holy spirits’ of science and philosophy, theoretic clods
Trampling on the facts of life that your father never knew because no grandfather ever shed light
Upon the First Cause of the sensory perception between two ears of the skull & crackin' bones.
Carbon Monoxide & Dihydrogen oxide and Stephan’s quintet of Neptune’s dark region, Triton’s breach
Where the journey began through pre-civilization and it’s implant dissolved into the mud and blood
Not to mention the beer, the ale and the spirits in bottles, cans, glasses, mugs, steins in the ‘hood
Where your mother, baby brother and big sister didn’t even know your father yet he came to teach.
Inside of the DNA and RNA they carry within every single cell of their Self they call a name, Word up
From underneath the dirt buried over the ancestral bones and blood & underneath the sailor’s sails
Neither Paul Bunyan nor Davy Jones were for real, they are legends to learn from the fictional tales
Rising up above everything you’ve known, preconceived notion of Stephan’s Quintet, it’s a full cup.
Java or vindictive madness of the 17 year old fool who adjusted to nothing but the inner trauma
Of being born a man or a mouse, human or vermin is the luck of the draw, life has no holy agenda
Yet, that’s the way love is baby, that’s the way it goes when you’re down here on the grounded air
It’s LIVE & it might be prerecorded without you being aware, so be a holy pretender, say a prayer!
Magog, my goddesses who taught altar-boy tricks about the train’s whistles & hummers downwind
Up yonder too, there’s nothing excluded since everything’s all about One Word, the Hum of Wind
Howling or just blowing the hatches off of your organic space ship, I hear it whistling Dixie, singin’
Wishin’ you were back there in the Southland or not, it’s all about Sweet Home Alabama tuning.
You’ve got to turn-it-up, high volume isn’t ever too loud for the swampland, gator country’s party
Homo Erectus would’ve been amazed at the revelry, life’s fast lane, stray cats of FOXY 21st century
Neanderthal age of no place to go but into a funeral pyre’s BBQ of hungry boys & girls, cool breeze
Only you know & I know the answers to cosmic questions asked by strangers in the night, Please!
You were nothing before your conception, neither here nor there, nowhere Time’s Mr. Magoo
That is the Truth, that’s no Great Lie, use the Truth, Be the Truth, it’s right behind you, The Do
I am the messenger, I heard this from an unknown source right in the middle of this Menu-do
Along the way, watchtower ain’t high enough to see Cabretta leather & lace, y’all Gog-Magog.
Simon says something that nobody pays any attention to, it’s all the flower of high Canna
From the wine at the festival that used to be just plain river water from the tainted fauna
On or near the dirty land of diamonds & sapphires, shine of muddy and bloody beer swig
Regardless of me toasting & raising a glass to all proud heroes & heroines, honor this, Dig!
Selfless, care about life forms of every shape and size, animal, plant, bacteria or virus, All
It is One and the same thing whether you’re alive and well or sick and dying to trip or fall
Downstairs or just over a small misjudged bump in the narrow road’s pathway, it’s all a trip
Meant to be that way or not, could be an accident or a universal anomaly yet, I zip the lip.
Apemen, apewomen got together for the bonfire, the BBQ party and dance of happiness
Maybe a warm gun or a knothole in a pine tree, either way, y’all love the baby princesses
All you’ll ever get is what you’ve already got, no man or anyone else can provide the glee
Except you, yourself, our Id, your I, the thing itself you know is all that counts, you & Me!
To mingle with the bobcats, the polecats and the cool cats who hang on to the four corners
Of the ‘hoods that men made man-made, never thinking of crowds needing any borders
Opened ‘em up, put-up their dukes & got ready for the red, the white & blue horde cheer
Aho, peace, war, life, death, trajectory of a Singularity disappearing in cosmic dust, FEAR.
by
r j j stephan, i
{#DigestNothing, @StephansQuintet #StephansQuintet @ https://youtu.be/gqp3dhdp8QQ?t=930}
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.!
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