WHO'S THE HO ON JACK DANIELS, FOO WITH NO NAME
You believe what you've been able to interpret from the environment, orphans also
Nobody gets out of this alive, whether it's a zygote or old woman or planetary orbit
On the one hand there's life & on the other there's death, one requires the other too
Isolate the problem to solve it by dreaming in living color, as intended by God's crew.
Stones' perfect timing of the rocks left over by the Big Bang's burn in fantastic lust
Fake news of mortal Forms, viral germs evolved into peacemakers' mad hunter skills
Mad search for the Substance, about the things themselves, conceptual analysis' kills
Everything from the stars and the Space of infinity all around everyone of us, it's dust.
Brewed until ready to drink to get drunk, distilled grain, flowered bud, stayin' alive
Need to be above the ground of being's dirty starlit hunk of purple people microdots
Begin with innocence, never lost nor won, a hunk of matter taught to stay in the hive
Needs & wants taken care of until the drone stage emerges, if not little queen robots.
Watchin' and listenin', seeing and hearing it all, doing it all, useful idiot of the jive
From the ABC's to the numbers zero to ten, Time & Space acquire status to arrive
Through the mother's holy body, the zygote knows symbiotic notions, they vanish
Into the nights and the days of the coasts, lakes, rivers & mountains of pine & fish.
All of the mysteries come to light in the process, sawin' the fiddle is all you can get
When you got a band of banjos and bongos, you take the gold fiddle & saw the threat
Up & down the scales, escalating gradually increasing to fast until the Ends & it's over
Compared to the anomoly you're the same, like two peas in a pod, got no back cover.
You've got to go through all of the canals, it's a food thing, cooked or raw, eat it all
Carrying your water and your weight is all I have to do, it's my mission in life's fall
Foreknowledge that most of the species on this ol' Rock have no clue of #TheScience
It's of matter & of form, indisputable fact, we exist and there's no reason in a sense.
Once the empty entrails have succomed to the summons to atrophy, it's all over it
Clean-up on aisle 5, bring mops, paper towels & your gag reflex 'cause you're split
In two, then four in geometric progression, in harmony like the planets trip about
One sun, holy and hot, makin' plants photosynthesize green, forced twister shout.
All is not too human but just human enough to be dangerous, a fireman's grandson!
Seeing hot flames of the fire on all seven continents condensed into a Mind, it's done
Lunar whole that used to be cost you, due to Falls from heavenly grace & holy waters
Bums & junk phantasms of asexual healing, all in the family, ends of all the daughters.
No more monkeys to birth and teach the skills of aping the routine of staying alive
Consuming the living after it's dead, the way of carnivore and herbivore who adapted
To the Earth's gases' temperature that forms the liquid and the solid things to derive
One philosophy of life, breathe in & breathe out, energy, BE grateful, #EatTheDead!
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Samedhi, May XXIst, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 888 AMPST
{ Internet is DOWN, had to do this acapelo, but I would have jammed to #TheGratefulDead link @ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pZPJ_VN3Iis }
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