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PAINLESSNESS IS ALL I EVER WANTED; THEREFORE, YOU MADE MY DREAMS COME TRUE

Beginning right here at the end of Omega where wise men fear to go, I offer you a trap with no exit
Entrance you came through at conception and birth to retrieve this factoid is closed now, forever It
Referred to as the Origin, the God who created the matter, the atoms, the history of civilization jazz
As above, so below the thing itself disintegrates without a trace, nobody plays on the razz ma tazz.

Flights above the stratosphere into what the land lovers call the heavens, that’s where Love resides
Where nothing else is, nothing else can come to or go from this everything in the cosmos, God hides
In & out burgers eaten with vigor and a hope to have another, animal style with the grilled dirt bulbs
What it always will be is what it’s always been, the present for a second, a moment of unholy selves.

Perfect only when One and once mitotically divided, Time begins the disintegration of Space Void
Always near the end of the beginning because there are only two ways to be, origin of the android
Adam’s Evening, stars in this rerun movie, far away from our own star, The Sun, pathological high It
Out of any control of the Will to Power, out of control unto annihilation of a dream within a dream.

If & only if this conditional is absolutely true, it’s impossible to posit bogus premises, Truth be told
No regrets for passed over actions that could have occurred due to the interdiction of my free will
Let bygones be bygones and let the chips fall where they may, in the pot where the house wins it all
Maybe not every game but the game that counts at the end, that’s the House specialty, kick the ball.

Goals, points, scores of touchdowns and the wins and losses of the games, all ending agony of defeat
Last throw, last kick, last hit, last slapshot, no more passing the pea, game over when subs hit the floor
Wasting time passing, shooting & sucking wind to show that you earned your paycheck, warmin’ pines
Knowledge & wisdom come to future coaches who warmed benches, whistles sucked wind, paid fines!

Bunch of terror-stricken families of the players who can’t catch a break, wannabees who will never be
Stars upon the pine wood floors shining their shadows into the respect of unknown lovers of she & he
Paying fans, working for cash to pay the entertainers for their attitudes and gratitude for playing games
Getting high up without blood or tears, just max sweat like a human waterfall, Gatorade Hall of fame.

Peers visit the deadmen and headwomen knowing they’ll be following in an unknown future moment
Policies and procedures will not interfere when there’s no air to blow the holy soul’s indebted payment
Golden silver certificates pretending that tree pulp or rock dirt means you owe me or I owe you a debt
Something’s got to give, everything implodes into a Singularity’s reversal of evolution, tete a tete is set.

Now, it’s too late to reverse the course & become the human that’s just all too human, it’s curtains
The final curtain is coming down and the actors in the play can’t see the End, oblivious to the Sins
Disobedience of the laws & rules, the commands given by the Unknown, author of this sin-a dome
Written on rock, in stone with the lightening’s thunderbolts, unseen UFO UAP’s mere phenomena.

Check off the gruesome and the incredible from the list, we have death & the unbelievable to deal
At the games with players who don’t know this is a game being played, they’re being played for real
It’s not a mean trick by an evil genius, it’s just the way it is, that’s all & there’s nothing more to glean
What I am, what you are & everybody else is can be nothing more, hear no evil, I invented, ‘Mean!’
by
r j j stephan, i

c. Samedhi, August 5th 2023 AD @ 1111 AMPST
{ Cracked this out the #GrooveTube this AM while jammin’ to @HallAndOates #YouMakeMyDreamsComeTrue on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/EErSKhC0CZs }
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