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THERE IS A TINY GOD…ON THE KNOTS OF EVE

Systems inside of the Unknown, moving what used to be the unmoved into action
Talkin’ acid DNA code, a trickle-down theory, so to speak, it’s an afternoon delight
So far, so good if nobody knows the whole Truth and nothing but the Truth, no lies
Pretending to know but nobody knows, a pretender who loves haters most foul.

Respect of whatever doesn’t die before it’s annihilated by either being or eating
Things that can’t be drank, only smoked like the dank, a completely formed thing
Sensitive skin and feelings about love, hate and the nature of life and a death bed
Military and civilian at once, all the same in a huge set of all things alive, undead.

Die in your own bed is not an option for almost every human known to Mankind
Buzz in your head that aches or feels nothing in the dead of the night sleep’s line
You and I wake up either woke or not, ready to cause a chain reaction of atoms
Fission to fizz it all away, fusion to recombine everything into the junk of bums.

My miracle to defy the law of nature, of cause and effect of things themselves
As if there was any order within the chaos which is everywhere on the shelves
Completely One with the multitude of infinite spaces between nothing & itself
Holy, emptiness without sight or sound, tasteless, odorless, it’s all good, my Self.

Wigs, natural bone formation and sanguine heart beats, flowing in circular jerks
An orgasmic-like creep of monstrous proportions blown out of cosmic dust works
Pieces of the stars’ stuff, atoms, quarks, charm, molecule’s atom self-destruction
On the way to a final curtain, it falls before you’re ready, you die, caput, I’m One.

Pierce through the cartilage of my rib cage & slip directly into overdrive for life
A hole-in-one ain’t certain, possible fairways to holy Green between grass’ love
When did you & I become lovers of unethical morality and road apples, #words
Reason rhymes when it’s prosaic word salad of The Almighty, soulful Freebirds.

Come on over here, as close to me as you can get without killing high immortals
Good, Bad & as Ugly, yo I’ve been there, each of those at different times, my pals
Acting as above does what happens below, we will all be high when down under
Sippin’ upon Spirit’s funk, festive pity party to pass out from extinction’s blunder.

Sixes and nines we got all dressed up, like the ones who wanted to reproduce

 Good and Evil germs don’t care if they exist or not, we’ll hang ‘em in a noose
Or a sublime, toxic mixture of Monkey Murder, hairless in form, in dark matter
Kicking in your rear end you’ll appreciate that it’s your own foot, you got fatter.

How is the vulgar word filth dirty except in the mind of the receiver, dirty minded sir
Empty dirt of immoral notions and the God’s damned the witches & warlocks of dirt
Nags and plugs to pasture, feedbag with rolled oats attached to the grim reaper’s beach
Snagin' the invisible soul before it’s #Woke or #Awakened to Justice’s ham sandwich.

Some days you think you’re all alone but you’re never alone, you imagine this chit
A moment we awake from unconsciousness & get #Woke, it’s the finale of the skit
We’re all gonna get smoked for certain, a rush to the joker’s punch line for a laugh
Know your world, the immortal’s mortal Earth’s existence ceases to be, I’m riff raff.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Vendredi, ROCKTOBER XX^th MMXXIII Anno Domini

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