Amnesia recall
Fugue and other obstructions of creation and destruction of a whore
High or low, absorbing the power of the hit, enhances strength score
Full of the thing itself, as much as allowed to be within, omni power
Pricking up your ears, heat of the chase is on, the hard drive’s hotter.
What must be done has already been done before births of our offspring
Word became flesh, a sound of unheard frequency, an atom of Nothing
Eating the food on our table or out of a wrapper, all sh#t was dead meat
We see production of our own mastication on a regular basis, trick’s treat.
Elevating monologue to a higher octave than intellectual pablum, Time’s up
What could have been, should have been but couldn’t ‘ve been Space’s cup
Mirror image of yourself you’ve never seen before a moment of your demise
No need for air to breath with those wings without a feather, Christmas lies.
Not a good idea yet it’s the one you’ll get, ain’t a bad idea either, it’s surreal
Bent in two, made the line an angle, it used to be One point on a 3D jaunty
Evolved from the ooze of leftover Big Bang effulgence, souls are a real deal
Nothing is neither physical, mental nor psychological, it is what it is, honey.
Colder than the Singularity resulting from the gravitational collapse, it’s hot
Free choice with an invisible matrix isolated in Time & Space, in God’s face
Neverland is here and now, you know it, admit it, you will eventually race
Ahead of other dead bodies comin’ to be judged after their Last Supper plot.
Be candid like a camera recording all action of everything, everywhere too
Follow me, either fly away like a bird or a fly or a ghost, it’s all yonder blue
Above this planet’s atmosphere where it’s pitch black like a black hole sun
Being black is all it does, all it is, all it has ever been from the Big Bang on.
Final thoughts and final verbal sounds that will mean nothing to any others
It’s very hot in the house, the windows are open and there’s no Delta breeze
Fine and dandy to shut the house down & turn up the cool blow out to sea
Man and woman havin’ fun until some become priests & nuns, no ice tea.
Branded with the tattoos of my greatest grandfathers, skin tight out of sight
Here for the party & paid in advance with the good karma earned in a fight
Hits on the target and near misses that measured the angle of delusional sin
In violation or not, naked apes’ skin turns grey to dust, homo erectus’ rosin.
Son of one sun, a star burning 186,000 miles per second, second infinitum
Word sounds a vibrational sequence that triggers a cause process ala cum
It proceeds through excited friction overriding the higher mind into a lower
Caring about nothing except deposit for the conception, immaculate poser.
Years after the dead ones left nothing of themselves, the Earth still weeps it
Cries and tears annihilate the treasure, gold, silver, diamonds in a deep pit
Cave opened to the dig, dug it out as if there was no tomorrow, there wasn’t
Tomorrow never comes & the very next day we all die, immortal, holy scat.
On the way, stop & think then go forth with resolute attention to the matter
Pens with ink, pencils of lead, all tools to scroll script on dead tree splatter
Pages and bound ink-type blots, signifying meaning and accurate discount
Applied to the deduced and induced conclusions, confidence management.
All I had to say has been said, now written incursive or typed via autopen
Nothing goes and everything remains identical to its moment, sat on Zen
Because I could, nobody else could, it was a one-man show, no substitute
Induced, appropriate proposals of Truth by propositions, a metalogic boot.
Creepin’ all along the perimeter of a watchtower, I began to drift to slumber
You don’t know like I know and if you did know, well then, take a number
You may be first, last or somewhere in the middle down the line, I know it
On the brink of the edge of university professors of economic Marxism chit.
Last notes of the rhythm & melody enhance the words of a wise silverback
Verbs and nouns makin’ subjects and predicates, down in the old outback
Where angels & a compass lead to return trip with the goods of baby’s dad
Raw bad means far & away the best ever, I say to you, it’s me, all super bad.
Long form and briefs from the high command, general officer stars 1, 2 & 3
Magic spells in specific word order and inflection, hands & feet still for me
Over forever ‘til my final gasp, I know nothing, you do too, all up in smoke
Still priests and ministers insist they’re privy to the Word, save me a toke!
by
r j j stephan, I
c. Mercredi, September XXIV, MMXXV Anno Domini
{ Cracked this like a rubberband man, while jammin’ to the @Spinners on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/rx00W3cBtgs?si=5GICcVF90PJ1AO_L }
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