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MY HERD, STUD THE IMMORTALS *
It seems to be one and done for the examination of the situation’s awareness, to be or not to
Influenced from random birth with COSMIC dust, cellular growth turns DNA into a cool gato
In the pink of the best health the genome could ever hope for, it is down the drain, pink sinks
Ready to get One being to be interested in God’s life-soul’s content, lonely heart’s own drinks.
It’s a thought not a fully fleshed out theory of being, it’s not your premise for your conclusion
It is a meter to measure the growth of your fear of Death, your end of breathing air, it’s a sin
If you never think another thought after the one you’re about to think, that’s fine with ol’ me
Get ready and get set to go from the innocent naivety of belief in a dead god’s hive, honeybee.
I danced by myself and so did you, before we knew the real thing, your conscious love of me
Amazed, heartsick, heartbroken, heavyhearted, ready for the #JackD presence, eyes so glassy
All alone and happy without the doubters, the haters, the relatives of my orphaned self, I see
Utter acceptance of the Truth where than can be no other, God is all in my dead head, Free!
I will what I am not what I’ve been told or read that I am, this isn’t an accidental coincidence
It’s just Thee’s ego, a personality you accepted as your personal scribe, outed-God nonsense
Desires for the way to feel comfort and pleasure, avoiding pain and suffering of a diseased Id
It’s a stance on the ground, wheels or feet moving to and fro, what ya gonna do with this kid?
Dance all by yourself when there’s nobody else left in the empty cave, dank and damp as it is
Darkness without the points of light to remind the spark within, that I am not the Void’s bliss
Come over here by me, put your head on my breast’s ribs, feel my holy bones’ disguise, punk?
Y’all copy my broken code of C.O.D., sister, daughter, mother, thanks, please? F-holy spunk!
It is all it is cracked up to be, a whiff of this gas here and now in the presence. now you have it
All of the things and people and places, all of the nouns predicated into this final purpose skit
Within the Being who experiences the Twilight Zone created out of the Nothingness, be ready
A new dawn will rear Egos with a Super-Egos and replace your Ids with kids, lock-down key.
Studding is more than a thirty second performance, it’s the only way to reproduce the fauna
Plants and animals of every species consume the basis of their being, unhooked my Hodgkin’
That’s all the boys learned how to do in high school’s twilight zone, comin’ & gone in the USA
There’s tons of tombstones’ left in Forever’s star dirt, yo’ eyes are now cut, it’s a pharynx sin!
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Dimanche, April 7th, 2019 A.D. @ 7:11 AM PST
{ drafted while listenin’ to Runaway June in a loop on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/LDQy1zMq5Ec }
* Header’s The Stud of a herd leadin’ the young fillies downstream to new grazing ground!
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