GOLDILOCKS IN THE TWILIGHT ZONE CAPPA-BETA-DELTA
Power of atomic fission and fusion causes the form of life that perpetuates it’ s formation On being one virus to the largest reptiles & mammals reproducing en masse, God’s sun
A whole soul split into millions of sparks before falling into a big black hole with big teat
Outside It or within nothing at all, at the bottom of a barrel of monkeys, it’s apemen hits.
Satisfaction cannot exist upon a holy sun’s third-rock planet, probably get lucky anyway
Neither birth side of life nor death side of eternity fakin’ hype, reverse-engineer a droid
Without luck nor magic spells to cause the impossible to materialize, nothing’s left to say
Purpose and the final effect of this last stand in public and private is, wait for it, the Void.
Formula for the solution to the abstraction, inequality of the equation’s calculus is all…
Of it, for it, by it, past times, fleeting presence into destiny’s future, of being or not being
Alive with a heartbeat and healthy adaption to the dirty leftovers of the supernova sting
Left, de-materialized as wasted atoms do, magic spell dissolving a useless lord’s ring.
It wasn’t easy to explode the illusion’s full power to deceive, you & I know all about it
Why would anyone lie to you or me? Why deceive anyone for anything all, a trick pit
Deep down the black hole in the ground, it was always a sign of the red cross, a grail
Within which, essence thrives although invisible to the cyclops and a prison-felon tail.
Fisticuffs to settle the dispute of who is right and wrong to throw sticks & boned stone
At my head & my feet you see all that there ever was and all that will be in an xPhone
Perfectly as imperfect as an inequality of equals could be, no need to fear the holes
Between cold gas pockets in gravitational collapse mode, a rose is a rose is a rose.
Consume the matter before the living exhume your musty bones and 3 piece suit
Skeletons’ of dead humans look pretty much alike, all gone far from the life afoot
Scheme of One point of light, well connected by lifelines drawn straight as arrows
Bull’s eye at the center of a gradually reducing, set of colored rings’ circular rows.
First time & another two times, the bull’s eye was split into the exact middle dents
Matrix flexed & disappeared without warning, without recollection of it’s presence
Racked ‘em up high for the 8-ball to roll into the side off of the break, magical son
Daughters all know, mothers, sisters, aunts & wives, dreams seem like divine fun.
by
r j j stephan, I
c. Samedhi, July XXIXth, MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 1500 hours PST
{ Jammed while listenin’ to #Masterpiece @TheMightyTemptations & https://youtu.be/0vvuhLZiPA0 }
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