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SACRED GEOMETRICAL CALCULUS

Revolving evolution right out of nowhere, reasons for four seasons of Earth’s spinout

Spinning in a counter-clockwise motion, any monkey gets dizzy with much self-doubt

Mink coats made from dead animals, leather hats & sofas too, extinct animated fates

What we do while we hold feet to the fire for being naturally dominant to subordinates.

Probable possibilities have the sky as the limit, there’s nothing above Earth or below It

We’re lucky to be here a hundred years or even a minute in utero, syncopated love chit

All in with the chips to call the bluffs, I’ve been dealt a royal flush that can’t be tied up

Four aces to boot on a no-look baseball hand-out, impossible reality, I pizzed in a cup.

In Tripoli or Grass Valley, it’s the same, blue or cloudy skies, food, water & rest cool us

Every single one of us who isn’t sentenced by incurable disease, we’ve got karma debt

As soon as you are able, payback the owed loans, begin accumulating the rest of Fate

To be or not to be, not a conundrum, it is to be that causes the reward on a blind date.

Linked or uncoupled and unhinged to anything that might anchor rage in the machines

You & I aren’t a cause of overwhelming experience, it’s a red-hot UFO generator in dirt

In confession to the God of antichrist and accumulation of karma for heaven’s reward

Yell fire in the theater since the roof is burning secret walls to the ground the Essenes.

Nothing less I can think of than no substance in an empty void of atoms, awhirl star

Just doesn’t burn as bright or as deep into the emptiness, nobody sees what we are

We’ve imagined the best & worst that we’re to be and not to be, we question it, Love

Nobody’s got almighty power, nobody’s almighty, no one God is downlow, as above.

Burned the bones & innards on the BBQ, just like at a party, only it was all to a human

Villainous people in the parties collectivey pretend not to be responsible as dead air

Clear the fools off of the 64 squared board so we can play a new game from the get-go

Where that’s onto checkmate, even a mere pawn takes a queen, puckered lips & blow.

Soil is the dirt of the blown star that couldn’t fly away from the magnetic attraction

I am all in for the conjunction of this planet & my consciousness, it’s original sin

Tried to avoid it but I have had this silence within that cannot be contained safely

Certainty is less obvious when you’re always right about everything, now, a scree.

Morning and evening conjoin to be this & that, all day long, asleep walkin’ in a dream

Woke like my grammas were, waitin’ for a bad guy assault to avoid a bloody scream

Bring your mother so she can see with her eyes, sing hound dog on a greyhound bus

Big city or small town, it’s all in between in the 50 states, ocean between some of US.

Breaking bones and windows of my PC to get to the bottom of the well, it’s bone-dry

Fire in the hole until it runs out of O2 gas, smothered without the burn, gods get high

With their bald heads shinin’ and pony-tails wavin’ like there’s no tomorrow, it’s true

Ain’t no tomorrow after your and my last today, may or may not be this one, I’m blue.

Tried every game, played them all, won & lost some, the ties were all even Stephan

Like it or not, trouble with a fishing partner is they die & leave you alone to hook ‘em

You won’t get another chance because nobody gets lucky more than once, you’ll see

All for your own good, as I see good, bad & ugly, avoid the other two, advice is free.

Excuse me mam, you walkin’ down the road, I got a 4-wheel drive, I can give you a ride

In back of my bed with your bones & bags, baby we’re gonna fly, y’all hold on tight, s#it

Doin’ the country slide or twistin’ the mash potato & cool jerk, it’s a blind date mama

You got what it takes to be the mother of my kin, you wanna, I wanna, baby let’s Do It!

Bound by the thoughts and words, recollection to forget about it all once you expire it

Wind up your life & trunk of memories happened & what didn’t occur, dust in wind s#it

Did I ever lie to you? You wouldn’t have known in any case, I never did lie, I ain’t a toy

Truth sayer extraordinaire born & raised in Windy City, Bad Smells, ain’t a country boy.

If you’ve got no reason to be here then get the hell out of here, I won’t say this twice

Once upon a time, here you were & then suddenly you weren’t, like rollin’ the two die

Believing with the blind faith of the idiots and morons who become extinct below dirt

Star it was & you never were more than a bite of a byte, 1’s & 0’s I am, That star Squirt.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Lundi, 3-31-2025 Anno Domini @ 0559 AMPST

{ Drafted jammin’ to @ELVIS @ https://youtu.be/jTCrIR7p-7M?si=g0gQaQqYPWD9YJMS }