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ROLLIN’ DIE IN A BLACK HOLE’S ID
Thought a lot about It, gone fishin’ for a figure of speech, calculus of a mob’s war boondoggle
Love and the loss of it once found, is all there is that’s worth a hoot, the End of no Mean bull
Cows just stand up and wait for a final judgement, be eaten or chased for stuffed trophy play
It is indeed, all there is, spaceships or not, the caves were the safe place from the beasts’ prey.
Rollin’ sevens and elevens all night long in the casino, the den of my investment’s mad hatter
Workin’ at the improbable and expecting this impossible dream, a blue diamond and a worm
On a digital screen, personal wealth over six zeroes hides nothing about life’s eclectic Matter
Performed to obfuscate reality and not allow the Truth to be told or even seen in occult Form.
Innocence at the beginning of the play, total ignorance of the nature of Big Bang’s evolution
Of men and mice and their genetic codes of DNA which survive holocausts and trepidation
In and out of the joints that kill cattle, potatoes and tree paper to cover up their emasculation
What you don’t know WILL hurt you too, knowledge’s power is sacrosanct and Original Sin.
Worship of the Unknown, Occult or Steel-headed Fathers, Sons & Holy Ghosts, is forbidden
The die has been cast into the iron pot that cannot melt in rock lava, rollin’ blue diamond’s in
Sounds cannot be heard without the ears to hear the beast’s beats but vibrations feel the Way
Narrow and without distance or a map, the infinite is unreachable by any atom, night or day.
Here and now before the Last Rights you either get or forget about their Lost Words to Bless
Poor humanity full of fear of Nothing but the Space of the Unknown, astronauts found Bliss
Where nothing was everywhere and nothing on Earth mattered one bit, not even a smidgen
Because This is It, This is All there Is, you, me, the living dead, the cosmic porridge we’re in.
Rolled the dice and played my cards to win every time, never, ever played to lose to the brave
Rules were given, followed or broken and the chips fell where they were directed by the grave
Once upon any Time can be no more, it’s a matter of spinnin’ and wobblin’ in Space, in a Void
Form’s appearance of Matter to the sensation of Mankind, the incarnate way, we are #Droid.
Appreciate the air I breathe, it never belonged to me in the first or second place, gifted revival
From the unknown vestibule where our mother’s womb and father’s tomb kept track of Time
History recollected to remember the heroic gestures of the mighty mortals who failed survival
Certain death and becoming, buried or crushed, eaten bones, shat on grass, a drop on a dime.
Mouth & eyes agape, buried, covered up to attempt a coup d'é·tat of Anglo-Saxon melodrama
An origin of the finale of the ignorant, future shock left to us by our mighty, dead god-mama
Earth, the dirt cinders of the thing itself, the unmoved mover in the flesh, Thor with thunder
Enlightens the disgusting dregs of society, aftereffect of Full Power unleashed, It Is All Over!
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Wednesday, August 5th, 2020 A.D. @ 7:11 AM PST
{ Drafted as I lay dying, listening to the #Dramatics #TheDevilIsDope & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/8-oHwBkZAvs}
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
