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BLIND FAITH

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Keep it in mind when you’re right on time, Timing is Everything, a god’s commandment
This wavelength and frequency is everything, all there is everywhere atom to atom RNA
Acid reproduction, Allah solar system, appendage of Void's mix nobody sees high or low
Ain’t our fault that we can’t communicate with the glory of dead men smokin’ high Cielo.

Park your carcass where the rest of the film gets filed, chapter 13, substitute preacher
Saying what the meaning of mysteries is, quiet and dead air uplifted onto the stretcher
It’s the download on the downlow that should worry the extinction malfunction l’homme
Affirm that you’re a honky or just a biscuit head, if a shoe fits you’re gonna try to come.

Admit it and just be where you’re supposed to be at the right time & right place in Space
Down-low wavelength seen with naked eyes, overloaded frequency slappin’ the interface
Portions of the whole in fractional factoids of the invisible, soft touches of a scent’s whiff
Saga said it all, the thing itself is all there is, all about IT other than with language is stiff.

One day before our conception in the womb, destiny got soul-planted before they came
Ancestors waving without arms or hands, smiling without faces like At One & The Same
Down under on a continent or at the northernmost pole of resistance to the ecliptic spins
Let me down from the altar’s tabernacle, an emptiness you’ve tried to capture, I’m grins.

Witches and warlocks did what they could to cast the spells of resistance to group food
Downshifted for the scoot ahead of the pack, cannot catch the infinite infrared or eat UV
Monsters on the Midway or just the mongrels near the cookie jar, crumbs, chips all good
Gone far, far away from the core of Earth’s magnetic field, fully voided & All in the mood.

Steppin’ like a #Stepper & I’m in the groove like the last time I was in an hot azure mood
The girls knew that the room was jumpin’ with the rhythm and jive, I can’t eat all the food
Beefs, hotdogs of Holy Cows & hot tamales I located in Chi, dig the lake suburban dead
Mention the fun and very good times at your peril, there’s the bad times to forget, faded.

Immersed inside of the flame of the fire deep as if hot licks could drag me down in debt
Dreamin’ a little dream of you & me is all I ever really wanted before the coitus concept
Now & then, Presence stops you & I in our tracks, like right now, sooner, so son, oh son
Think you live inside of a barrel of dynamite, TNT ready to blow ACDC down a good run.

Fickle & remaining in a pickle for the duration of days & nights featured, I am Super-dry
Five and Dime stores not a place to learn the good and evil of eating a candy Super-fly
The fixation with creating a winning environment for the minions is the whole shebang
Only you know what I know and if you don’t know, you will know, it’s all, I’m just saying.

Tramps and wimps who failed at beginning at rock bottom to rise like cream to the top
Now they cry like the infants out of their mothers’ wombs, returning to the cosmic slop
Amid circumstances beyond any human’s control, here and now you stand up comical
Laughing at what’s peculiar, off-color, idiotic, absurd & of course, normal it is now, pal.

After your death, it’s the same like it’s always going to be, without you, what’s up son?
Chit unknown happens, changes everything, life after avalanche & tidal wave rehearse
Collapse of the System is immanent, rocky bites of the Big Bang remnants blow job on
No animation of things themselves without the Spirit, cartoon cache, Evil is Live reverse.

I can’t see what you mean, you’re in a word flambe like no other, only see in the dark
No stardust blown into my face to obfuscate the collision before my very blind four eyes
Vivid as the obscure bottom of the sea, as above where there’s nowhere left to go park
So below it remains a mirror image, enlightening ignorance to hear the innocent cries.

Fun and punishment of pain merge inside of the coffin and the urn, sometimes anomaly
Lost in the mix of ocean salt and subatomic particle ingestion, Dave Jones’ all soul tally
Dead men remain dead, bones and mind disappear in annihilation of sweet nothing silk
Puddles of east bay mud, blood & undrunk beer from the kegs, sweet & sour pig’s pork.

Party, fiesta to celebrate the end of God’s original sin, full of what ain’t a Hamm’s beer
Every plant and animal seasoned by dead leaves of herbs and spices, that being said
The rest is history, an hysterical account of pretending that you’re immortal when dead
Already gone before the time, to be is not to be the question but the answer, Eat Fear!

Private ears hear the words of the world in stereophonic sound twisted Fee, Fi, Fo, Fum
Hemp got you high, made the rope tie up your reason and rhyme into a soul conundrum
A puzzle to liberate the prisoner of nothing and nobody but your own imagination’s glow
Putting it all on the line, front and back door opened up, Nothing’s inside, now you know.

Pizza in your eye, beer in your ear, silence out your lips, spoke In-sync tongues’ twisters
Boys and girls died after a hundred years of jumpin’ from place to place, oh my sisters
Brothers of meaning no harm, daring to draw the line on keeping alive, body and soul’s
Frosting and whipped cream on top with the cherry & walnuts, it’s all in the holy bowls.

Chalice locked tabernacle of the Holy of Helios completes a Singularity malfunction cry
It’s expanding ‘fore it’s collapsing & then it’s all over, the dream ends, I wake up & sigh
It was always a dream, but amnesia caused the trip to appear forever lost outer Space
Punks at your mercy, fiends unaware of their immanent fate to meet the maker’s Face.

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Samedhi, March XXXth MMXXMMIV Anno Domini @ 1111 AMPST