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TRIP-POINT OF NO RETURN,

 AD INFINITUM REPITITION

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Begone from all sights & sounds of silent music, treble & bass to die for in naked cities

Talkin Bangor to San Ysidro & every single cess pool of humanity’s fecal matter, please

Take this & take that right in the kisser, you can’t see beyond a nosey character’s tease

I got out of town with my skin & 208 bones intact, ain’t my fault I fell out of family trees.

Produced in a huff, no immaculate conception but One son of Man, Father’s in heaven

With or without the other angels who flew around in the day & nightfall of the sword

Dots and dashes on the ship’s bow, sailing for the rest of my watch, never will retire it

My watch is on until my final snatch of air out the sky, gas I don’t know will kill my chit!

Hair is short or long, facts of life is hair is all dead cells, a result of the passage of Time

Stay bald & nobody knows you’re o’er 12, so shave yo’ face at sundown in a hippy gaol

I got a big, full moon over here, high in an imaginary sky, Space & Time’s illusion rhyme

Hidden from the uninitiated who would break Ten Commandments & theoretics, I fail.

Harps playin’ for the Captains of ships & the sailors who animate the sea’s DJ lockers

Davey Jones knew nothing then & still the same after all the pirates left gold for goons

Treasure chests ‘neath crystal clear underwater to island tops of drowned, goof loons

Lava is loose, merging a secondary scream for mercy to nobody, all lips just blowers.

Fire out of the sun, ignition of the atmospheric tornados and tidal waves, gods to plead

Wind remnants of a spin & wobble of Earth, carrion birds & bees, all too human doom

Survive the concoction, unimmaculate conception of a holy egg in mom’s womb tomb

Expression on your face is classic, here’s what I know in nutshell, it’s RNA in the seed.

Are you on board or will you wait until it’s far too late to save your soul, father fodder?

Don’t mind if you do or not, in a hundred years, nothing’ll matter but you’re the father

Absentee meaning nobody ever told you that you originated from thin air, RNA codex

To replicate the scars of a Big Bang & the march onto the return to the Singularity sex.

Oneness of One’s multiplicity of the Many is as obvious as a murder of crow’s caw-call

Iron the wrinkles from the invisible smoke’s turban, twirls about the brain bucket-ball

Listened to the words but forgot everything they said to me, something deep as a hole

Doves nor seagulls fly up in there, nothing alive needs a lit darkness, unnecessary con.

Children come to life accidentally on purpose, it’s all in the stars, all of us go very well

Kicking & screaming on the way to the corpus dillecti or a passing ship in zonal twilight

Go ahead & get behind me, watch my footsteps & follow each one as you would beach

Bums affluent in falling asleep, middle of the day or the night, crybabies do all preach.

Guides showing the way they don’t know because everybody must die to know, get it?

All the bibles and other languages ideas about after this life’s death know Nothing, sit

In meditation & absolutely still for an hour or two, every day or every year you’re alive

Systems above & below in synchronization of Big Bang’s slowing expansion, it’s jive.

Pain felt in your brain’s mind, a function of saving the host from disease, harm & death

If you disregard the signals thrown into your conscious awareness, take a last breath

Y’all won’t know it after you’re all gone but know it now, you’re just cosmic dust dying

At Space’s airports or undersea, jets & submarines get to final destinations’ ice frying.

Gravitational force just the suck of the two lips which speak no Evil nor Good, let’s roll

Upward or downward dog, either or both ways are the way the river goes to water’s fall

Binge & snatch life out of the dead things we kill to eat, for the power of Juice from Joy

Barking & bitching at my parents’ graves, deceived to believe in 49 reasons like a boy.

Babies and elders’ bones are not in my future nor yours, you may not have blind faith

Can’t see the Truth that has no words & therefore no reality for the hungry old wraith

Gods named after dots on a matrix, taken for granted in 400 years, still all’s the same

As above so below, things themselves & forms rock the shape of salt water & a dame.

Paid the fees to matriculate in a PhD program which requires dissertation of polemics

Want to bad enough, desire it good enough & you’ll certainly connect the dots’ sticks

Lucky you read the words in The Word from Genesis to Revelation, then dropped balls

To regenerate the species whether in love or lust, irresponsible for the werewolf calls.

Reconnoiter the flatland to secure the life and liberty for yourself & posterity’s men

Matter & the form it takes is all there is for us all, even the unborn in a womb of blues

Fight like a crazy baby to get here & now, depending on the whim of the girls & women

Hot to trot, horses ready to race, lathered up skin, muscles loose to lose, magic ruse.

Pie never was in the sky, just a jackass’ xmas carol on a stick's fishing line, peace-fate

A piece of peace just a dream in the middle of a battle & war of the states of being late

On time and eternal after the spin, when it stops, it is indeed, all over, that’s all, caput

No light or sound leftover, underground, under dirt, under water, let’s load up & shoot!

Certainty a thing of the Past, nothing for certain in the Present of Future, just figments

Imaginary chimera, appears & vanishes as it’s identified, First Cause of heaven scents

Blown mind, body eaten & defecated without prejudice, it’s nothing personal, I’m dirt

Of a star, billions of parsecs away from Earth’s core, stillborn & raised to be a Big hurt.

Would your parents ever abandon you to the powers that be? Could you survive alone?

Answer is clear as a bell, you will fight to survive if you need to kill aggressor’ T-bones

Buried deeper than a shovel can dig, in a body bag empty of a thing itself, down under

Believed hook, line & sinker that the hook was friendly, I got caught in light & thunder.

No return now, it’s not on the keyboard, ain’t in my repertoire to show the narrow way

If you don’t know already, you’ll never know, it’s the way it is, it’s not anyone, far away

Where nothing else can be, that’s where it is, it’s actually not It, it’s nothing that special

Think therefore you exist, there’s no question, I am, You are, we all are, God in a cell.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Jeudi, 12-26-MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 12 O’CLOCK HIGH NOON

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