#FADED #STAINED #GLASS #FROZEatoms

YOU'VE GOT HOMER NERVE, MY MAN!

Dead men left the burned out solar cinders from the Big Bang's conglomeration

It's neither true nor false that you know anything at all, a simple mind is blank

Full of white light's rainbow of bent frequency waves, you're lucky to light dank

A long time ago, there was nothing but the alchemy of wizards' original funkin'.

Presentation to the empty room of tools, it's a matter of time, they'll fall into line

Just as grains of sand gravitate down the narrow tube of the hour glass, so fine

Hunks of burning love, not mean but out of personal control, against free wills

To be or not to be, to mate or not to mate, parent, nun or priest, monks in hills.

Extinction or survival of the lucky & the fittest among the innocent, divine lovers

As below this grounded meat breathing and animating the Matter of solar wavers

Between infrared & the ultraviolet, a whole world is in God's consiousness there

The wizard created the DNA identity in the cosmic slop leftover from a last affair.

Oh mama, the prophylactic got broke by the puncture your sister put in the pack

With sisters like that, who needs a wicked witch nemesis, thank God, got the sack

Behind the defensive lines of blocks, you're tiny & invisible, a 5'5" QB in history

Passed, rushed, sacked & won the #SuperBowl in a double sudden-death OT, see.

Dynamic dynamite for Dolamite who can't either twelve or the dozens to bet on

Loudly whisper secrets in our ears, your crypt will be colder than ice to lie upon

Loyal to nobody alive, only saints & dead great grandparents of our leaders' guns

Rocks broken to bits, pulverized into all dust like the moon's or cinnamon buns.'

Mach 3 of the trajectory from subspace to exospace puts humans on the moon

Nothing on top of whipping cream, the whip is on the back, 30 needles & a spoon

Cracked into smithereens, every fragment is beyond recognition, no lock, no luck

Random nerds and idiots mated & here you go, there it is, no prearranged #suck.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Mercredi, February VIIIth, MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 1111 AMPST

{ Drafted as I Blew My Mind with #Philly1970 @Delfonics #DidntIBlowYourMindThisTime https://youtu.be/gFynQqlOOEI }

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