DRUMS KEEPIN’ THE BEAT OF A USED KEYBOARD, BASS, RHYTHM & LEAD
A filibuster of the southland by the islands of paradise, over & out of my invisible mindIt’s the inherited DNA without blame or credit for the recombination of what I did find
Inside the closet right on the only hanger there was up there hangin’, a blue-collar shirt
Didn’t need more than one, son, it was the acid trip, end with a bang, last call, a finale.
Sweatshirt I’d never wear of red, white & blue, colors of the Red Horde Catholic Indian
Neither white nor red skinned, just burnt to a crisp, every year, all summers of a Sign
Signal to caution or tell you to go or stop at the whim of a computer arrhythmical, one
Zero to finite infinity, it’s all the same as it’s always been, unknown is all or nothing.
Fear of the absence of atomic noise, only vibrations of the good & evil queen’s slave
Beachboy sand and surfboards on the beach waitin’ for high tide, low tide, tidal wave
Just because you talk about the things themselves doesn’t mean that you know them
It means you use words to signify the unknown nature of beasts’ origin, viral charm.
Black hole in my imagination of event horizon where my Singularity flows as a river
God and the sons’ daughters of the infinite existence of Time and Space blow livers
Relativity of the conceptual analysis allows your body & mind to live forever in Time
As if all of the philosophers and scientists missed the important Oneness riff, la Heim.
Time warped a minute ago, if you didn’t feel that infinite grab of your soul, forget it
You can’t begin to appreciate the things your eyes and ears conceive as reality’s chit
Becoming adult from infantile children we’ve been programmed to be, K to twelve
E=mC2 in the state of physics you’ve been programmed to receive, an infinite self.
Idiots of the divine nature, stooges and morons who eat, defecate & dream of gods
To save them from the death of life, to save the reality of being happy lassies & lads
Studs used to be students before they participated in the species multiplication job
Lasted a minute, never mattered at all, nothing matters, matter’s nothing but a blob.
I love you know who, before I knew the Heisenberg principle, even then as I lie to die
Inside of the apocalypse is the answer to the mystery of the reason why the cosmos is
Here now, in the past & into the future, my game is my creation, made up the rule fizz
You don’t get any of this, you can’t grasp infinity, it’s impossible, man came from jizz!
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Jeudi, June 8th 2023 AD @ 1111 PMPST
{ #MilkyWayGalaxy on the way to #BurnoutAtoms @BluesRawkFavs
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