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BLIND RATS , BAT IRISES  & A SINGULARITY’S PRIVATE PUPILS

Recollect the memories you’ve filed deep in your invisible safe place in Space

Part of me is all me and the rest of me is all yours, yes, even my debonair face

All of the German, Irish and Sicilian mixed into my skin and boned DNA to roll

Up and down from here to there and back again, in retrospect it’s how to troll.

Felt a touch after s first sudden impact of comin’, 2 balls bein’ hit out the park

Day of the nativity I can’t recall was the first day I didn’t die, aim after you mark

How much you feel right now is all you’ll ever be able to feel, overload absorb

Things themselves all above and beyond here and now, it’ll come into an orb.

Spark, flame, fire, blaze and out like a light out of electric Kool-Aid, spit it out

No matter though, once inside of the head, in the mouth, it’s a love no doubt

Love you and me like a sister and a brother, all I have is all I am, you got it now

It took you a while but it was worth the ride, fortune comes and goes like roe.

Swimming until you have you choice but to go with the current’s flow, breathe

In and out of the consciousness that will ne’er stay more than my false teeth

Chickens have come home to roost yet they know there’s no rooster like ol’ me

Fear and loathing of the hen-pecked is all that’s left of the flock, hen pen story.

Money, power, jewels, chattel like the good s#it that fell off of a truck, like new

Free trade of s#it that ain’t yours, fooled the ones who believed it’s all everyone’s

But it never was and never will be, AHO, forever just the ones in the narrow way

Rolling ahead, never backward, a little left & a bit to the right & what did she say?

What money can’t buy, drifting away from the holy spirit feeling of loathing & love

Immortal ghost departing & returning like a savior of the creator, WTH's this man

Fear of not being alive is imaginary fiction of 208 bones walkin below but not above

Left of the center all the way to the far right, balance in zeroed out void, all my love.

Disregard the feeling you registered when I brushed by your back, or did I kid

It may have been a cool breeze and not even a light touch, you wished I did

Ways and means are in your future, wishing gets you nearly anything you want

Whatever you need, if I’ve the power to procure, you got it, doggy idiot savant.

Line of hindsight, Nothing can’t be undone, it’s finished, that’s all folks, I’m glad

Love feels the same goin’ in and comin’ out, like a bleeding heart of mom & dad

Allowing the result of a moment of passion to run with the categorical imperative

Got whacked once I realized the prison guards were mere clones of Adam & Eve.

Nobody cares even if they found out the Truth about Existential presence, a flip off

Maybe I’m an abandoned orphan after all is said & done, whisper while playin’ golf

The Fairway and the Green are clear and read for approach, your only hole-in-One

Three bounces and a slow roll, like a song from a place that whiskey gets drunk, fun!

Bodies and spirits in conceptual analysis of subject and predicates slowin’ the roll

Hotshots move just life the nerds and misfits, they’ll fall down & die while in the flow

Grim look comin’ from inside you not inside me, I’m too high down lower than blow

Sky diamonds cut the Void up into eight pieces, 4 quadrants doubled rubber soul.

Hum and rattle like you know what you’re doin’ as I love U2 too, a riff of beauty blue

What I was lookin’ for, I didn’t know it but I had it in my hands, I dropped it too

Like a hot potato, my soul got burnt in Hades, froze at the North Pole of Earth’s dirt

Then it happened, accidentally I stepped on it, I tripped, I saw the queen, The Flirt.

Crisis playing out, creating something from a nugatory essence, out of our hands

Lie about mitosis, there’s a First Cause without a predecessor, an alien of Mother

Earth just a fake landing place for the getaway ship, evolution in a battle of bands

Deduct the tip, deduce the Ends, naked Truth pretending y’all fearless, oh Father!

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r j j stephan, i

{ Written while jammin’ to @U2 #GodPartII https://youtu.be/TIrxVyZKuSg?si=9XwVJvSLK8M4lGb2 }

c. Lundi, June 9th MMXXV Anno Domini 555 PMPST

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