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TO THINK, THE END

Parted the water from the whine, as if Nothing is more important than everything else
Nothing simple about living and dying when you’re a lying cheater with a rising to hells
Began an innocent baby out of the womb, moved from innocence to ignorance in years
By the time that Space is explored, you’ll be an expert like the rest of the beer drinkers.

I know, we all know it too, knowledge is a transmission of mystery into the light of day
Knocked the daylights out of me at an early age, pop said he’d knock my teeth out today
Or yesterday or tomorrow, any time I showed disrespect to the world of Mankind, or mom
Taught me to be a scout & the man I’ve become, it’s his mankind that make my kind from.

Where, when and why without knowing how and who is an exercise in futility, point moot
For no reason and without rhyme or prose, the prowlers hunt food and shelter, you’re food
Nothing personal, you move, they’re hungry, you’re on the BBQ spit for dinner in the mood
On the side of the river by a full moon’s light, she & I streamed upstream from head to foot.

No news is old news, the medicine man only comes when you call, when you got the blues
Gotta get rid of ‘em one way or the other, need a little help you know, paid all of my dues
Now cashin’ in on a formula of getting’ my mind around an inebriated brain without sense
It’s never a matter of life and death, mankind peace of mind, the gold behind the nonsense.

High as the Alps and as low as the deepest part of the Frenchman philosopher, Descartes
Monsieur Rene Descartes thinks & assumes that as a fact of the real life, hence God’s art
Created all of the water and dirt here and now as well as every atom’s imaginary system
Cause and effect are predictable outcomes in hindsight but there’s no spirit’s ‘them.’

Binary homeless shelter in the basement of kingdom hall wherever that may be, you guess
I only begin rumors whether true or false to begin with, sometimes the Truth stretches thin
Barely being an accurate representation of the memory regarding homelessness on a road
Clear and present danger, in the middle of the bull’s eye on the prize, purple motherlode.

Candy sweet, sour sauce on the dead animal muscle, masked a BBQ rib or burger as I did
I have played with and without rules, followed rules & lost the games, no rules & I flied
Higher than a man should be, follow the Science to the Unknown, see Nothing clearly, son
Tell your daughters, my grandkids’ kids ad infinitum future year of 2031, I’m 80, nearly done.

Hearts all stoned without the stone rocks buried in the ground or crumbled, smoked tea party
Matter and Energy, simple concepts necessary & sufficient subjects & predicates of the royalty
You don’t need an open invitation to the party, it’s your party, cry if you want to, be our dames
Artist completed the sculpture, #HardlyRocked #Trumped destroyed the bust in a fire’s flames.

On the way to the place in Space we’re all gonna go, look backward once more & gimme a wink
I’d do the same for you if & only if you say so, I don’t want to scare you or the minions of @pink
It’s alright now, all I have to relate, can’t speak out loud, only jam telepathic dreams of the dead
Usually in black & white like an old-time movie, rainbow hues of ultraviolet purple to infrared.

Instead of updating and deleting the data, just reboot the system, reset to the alpha program
In awe of the network & extrasensory perception transmitted from the matrix to the 28th gram
Less than imperceptible compounds First Caused gravitational collapse & maximum expansion
Monks, priests, ministers & all humans of the cloth welcome the final end of being too human.

Gives God back to the innocent and the forgiven inheritance of an original sin in Eden Garden
East of the Mississippi & west of the Nile, the rivers flow toward the equator & it’s all for Zen
Trickle of awareness uncovered accidentally on purpose, realized a dream in a dream is the end
It’s all about our memory of the Past that creates the Future & then we turn the curve’s bend.

Off the road crash into a tree, you didn’t quite go through it, into the wood, too hard, you stop
Floating around the river like a ghost without a home, down below the volcano mountain top
Couldn’t crawl, walk or run anymore without a body, had to float like the wind in a dark tunnel
To think I personally exist can’t be doubted therefore, it’s absolute proof that I’m alive in Hehl!

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Jeudi, August XXXIst MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 111 PMPST
{ Crafted inside the 1200 cc’s granted within the bone’s skull, uncrossed & jammin’ to @ZZTop #DeGuello cd link @ https://youtu.be/fxpxo1XAd9E?si=9PPP2B2ayJQ14Mty }

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