SQUARE MEAL TIMES 2 = 42x√(2x)
2√(7x)⋅3√(14x²) can be written as 42x√(2x) https://youtu.be/3MijXB91DVo, therefore, I am
Now, for the umpteenth time as my mama used to say, figure it out, do the math until you ram
The answer’s in the blank to be filled in, there’s no multiple choice, you know it or you don’t
It is not a guessing game, the here and now is just what you see, it’s all you get, a word’s font.
Over the waterfall from the melting ice and snow off of the mountain peaks’ slopes, soap Tide
Washing the dirt and grime away and leaving cleanliness and scents from lavender’s free ride
To the moon or just next door to the open market of everything a human ever wanted to need
The ends are the places to go that you wind up staying at until the final curtain falls into seed.
Back to the future or up to the past, always fleeting the Presence in the Present atomic shock
Split or fused the invisible smoke and mirrors until I got here and now, this is it, all I ever got
Breath of fresh air most of the time, until Matter burns into ash, leaving stinkin’ wood smoke
It’s all she wrote for some 4 legged anima, winged fauna and All too Human men, rock broke.
Paraphernalia flying around the ‘hood in pamphlets and bulletin propaganda, got a job here
I will perform at peak until I’m tired and need a break to recharge the disappearing holy fear
Of the holy, invisible divine and hungry animals and plants desiring to dissolve your T-bones
Into the ergs of the animation that searches for and destroys atoms of overblown cell phones.
Shuffled off to the Buffalo in New York and to the Watts of the City of Angels, we lived & died
In the end smoked, burned, crushed into dust and ash or filled with CH2O, my formaldehyde
Commercial or private, after the last day you breathe, it doesn’t matter at all, not a tiny byte
Equations are differential and complex, there’s an answer but it’s X, unknown, so why fight?
Why eat to live and live to eat, being a cat or dog or a woman or a man, same old movie scene
Appearances and the nature of the essence of beasts are all one, same dark dream in a dream
Like a forgotten thing you needed to recollect while in transit from the birth to dead-death of
You, super Ego and Id, playing the back and forth of winning and losing, both crow and dove.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. JEUDI, BLOVEMBER 21ST, 2019 A.D. @ 1:11 AM PST
{ drafted while listenin’ to 432Hz - “The DEEPEST Healing - Let Go Of All Negative Energy - Healing Meditation Music" on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/4wtG01ymIjE }
W.W.A.R.D.?
