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WHAt the wolf Said

 to the crow 

“This is the way” down the middle of a fork in the road, neither ahead nor behind balls

As it is all above the Earth’s surface, it is inside the DNA replications of divine spark fire

Mankind being all too human, all created by design or accidental collision free-for-alls

Really it’s all about the way you react to the effects of the First Cause, got no spare tire.

Onto the miracle happening every moment you blink your eyes, it’ll suddenly stop too

Before you’re ready unless you’re conscious and terminally ill, humanity colors it blue

Beat and rhythm to animate the 208 bones occupied by some foreign agent verve, Me

As you are, so I am, just one of the many tryin’ to get over without bein’ a burden flea.

In or out of the bed I retire and dream upon each night, there’s this animated cinema

Nobody is tryin’ to achieve the best actor or best actress but there’s a pitch for an Oscar

Holding hostages just like your secret powers, close to the chest, nobody knows, so far

Comes into the empty house with a blown mind, nowhere to go, nothing but my trauma.

Points counted as one & two, imagine a line between them & a third point’s connection

Driving and steering the course at the maximum velocity of a tachyon, got there my son

Without delay, reason for the trip finally disclosed, there was never a purpose less one

Out in the open, under the sun, daylight glow around it 360 degrees, fourth dimension.

Games played to be won unless you cheat & shave points or miss shots, passes or goals

Blood in veins is blue before it hits the oxygen, hydrogen & nitrogen, then crimson souls

Glow corpuscle after corpuscle in order of death by air, it’s all there is, no God, nothing

Astronauts and cosmonauts know, they told someone but not everyone, Aliens singing.

High times and low spaces make this world go around until the thing itself returns to it

Things alive and others dead weight in gravitational collapse without a conscience chit

Making it comfortable to live out life as you’ve come to know it, is all that matters to Kid

The Kid’s third way always was the only way it could be, hillbillies got fool’s gold all hid.

Spank and listen to the complaints from the sweet and low punks in the boondocks

Pretty babies turn into pretty girls, fine women, sisters turn into the mothers’ pax

True, fine love lurks neighborhoods tryin’ to make more family for the hens & cocks

The stake is that nobody loves you like the way I do, early death or immortal of sax.

High on the totem pole, above the fray to see Nature above & below the holy spirits

Beer, wine, magic peaceful smoke, to be or not to be is what space cowboys do, tits

Pickers, grinners, lovers, sinners, jokers, midnight tokers, peace & love to a hip ‘E’

With nothing more nor less than your conception, Life is your final downhill ski.

Life inside will go home since it’s been gone so long, shake the peach tree all up

A bushel and a peck later, we’ve got enough for ten pies, fire up the oven with 7up

Fly like an eagle, land only to take a wing break, mission to find a cool breeze, son

You’ll follow your own beak the same way, if not you, who will load the shotgun?

Learned on the trike, training wheels on a two-wheeler to a 26” red Schwinn Xmas

What a super gift to shuffle around Chicago when I was a teenager in paradise past

Funk happened since then, sixty years hence, here at one in California gold’s dust

Degrees & Pensions accumulated, made cool folks proud, all in a Viet Nam dance.

I went to the sock hop but it ended before I arrived, my girl went off with another

Or so I’ve been told in the end, none of it mattered, the song got sung to a mother

Days spun the years into decades closer to unknown malfunction or the cool fate

Called us since day 1 of our first breath, we can’t forget, remind me to not be late.

Fruits of the trees, apples of the Earth’s seeds created from a Big Bang’s shrapnel

Here we are, some of us have already gone or haven’t arrived, within an M&M shell

Atmosphere of gas bubble that won’t burst without a fission or fusion catalyst push

Accidental or intentional, cosmic soup to be drunk, Fate eaten, God seen, a @Rush.

Wolves don’t say anything, they don’t talk at all, but the crow heard the inner bark

A look at the eyes looking at the prey or the hunter/killer of its animated life spark

Before long, present turned to future past, a feast of prey metabolized, bloody DNA

Now then, day of YOUR death, know you’ll turn to scat, as God's immortal RNA.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Mardi, BLOVEMBER IVth MMXXV Anno Domini @ 444 PMPST

{God built a dam to contain the H2O, this was an overflow & the words will disappear 30 seconds after you read them! WORD up!}

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