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THIS IS NOT A TEST

DO NOT REPEAT

 AD INFINITUM, AMEN

I will go back and forth from the scene of my conception in the holy sanctum, mama

Inside of the outer space within the solar system, revolution around fireball spin spa

Reached out to touch our hands before you knew about it, it was all in my mind’s eye

Images moved between my ears, skullduggery on high without the buggery out the sky.

Hills gone down to the bottom, slid or tumbled down like Jack and Jill who knew better

Trained to be the humans who lasted forever without disease from viral bacteria batter

To be or not to be between the dots and lines drawn without traces, freedom ain’t free

We all force the power to yield for a moment to redirect the force within, bird & no bee.

Breathe It in the force of the star’s sunshine, a photosynthetic progeny of the green mama

With or without me, Time & Space goes on as above, so below, I just got lucky, ask my Pa

It’s the climax that counted, the injection of the code to survive, to remain a fit specimen

Bring your best game to the court-of-balls, round or spheroid shaped at random G-farcin’.

Hands off of my liquidity, I trade nothing and Nothing gets traded without my direct intent

Force of One, unmoved mover cannot allow trauma or emergency, power of One’s content

Atomic, molecular gold and lead transformation from burnt stardirt to All that’s left of Gods

Gold to go, Twitter to Tick-Tock, Facebooked bric-a-brac clarity Atlas’ gold, a deep state fog.

China and the chinaware they’ve left over from the TNT glass are Ends of a beginning scene

J.P. Morgan Chase rules us all, international link to the Void is eternally embedded divining

Fine lines ‘tween points in empty Void Space, creating illusions of walkie-talkie-movie flick

A to Z in alphabetical order, terminate stalkers of the innocent, disassembled all dive bars.

Began life as an error of the genome, no love in the intercourse, vile, violence & extinction

Evolution happens as well as an annihilation of a thing itself, what the fugue is Form, son?

Ruby Tuesday on the Saturday night I saw her last I knew I was gonna miss her forever too

Never psychic before or after that, One realization gave me pause, I rewound it like a fool.

Between the lines of the matrix’ dots, an empty form appears in a mindful cyber phantom

Big and small dots evolve into an amorphous blob of Nothingness backed by Golden cows

Worship invisible, unknown sagas about the vacant history that Is no more, when in Rome

All as above, so below, we’re within a high power but we’re the fuel It consumes & It blows.

Speak nothing about being alive and why you’ve been conceived or else you’ll be deceived

Holy ghosts come and go as if they were never here and now, someday it’ll be true, won’t be

Neither here nor there, in or out of Earth’s planetary atmosphere, Words matter to the Dead

Ash & bone fragments of DNA, holy pictures & prayers to a Void, highchair sitters eat bread.

Seminal ideas extinguished but there’s no other ideas leftover, hence, all you get is a scribe

Writing meaningless strings of alpha-beta-cappa rigmaroles for the babies to bottle imbibe

From mom’s nipples to the bartender’s spirits of the cripples, idiots, wimps & team scrubs

Can’t run a game on the champs, pretenders remain as they are, not good as nuclear subs.

Target bull’s eye ahead of you, shoot the arrow’s head into the sacred sanctum, a holy hole

In me to do what I do, no free choice in the program, it’s immutable, harnessed divinity soul

Pleasure & suffering within yourself until you’re sick to death & collapse into corpus dillecti

To gods who come after a climax, already set to go, to be One, ask One, Christ’s mass’ high.

My imagination is accurate since the data is uplinked into the matrix, easy to retrieve it all

Subjects & predicates fill books with original and regurgitated funky junk, I know we’ll Fall

Collapsed & out of breath, no more breathing in & out for the powers that be, old Pa & Ma

My friends, I celebrate their lives, existed & died to bring me here, to sign signals of the GA.

by

r j j stephan, i

c.  Mercredi, Freezember XVIII^th MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 411 AMPST

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