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Govern as if the species is a magical wildebeast

Groups in city-states full of nothing but notches and kkk talismen, magical chaos at epicenter of a dot matrix
Keeping the time from running out like the sand through an hour glass, a night and day at a time, ad infinitum
Coming to be alive here and now was quite an ordeal but the deed was done for no reason at all, just a pain fix
Medicated goo from the LP's and 78's vinyl platters, CD's and the cyberspace youTube online with lights cosmic.

In a valley, up top of the highest mountains on seven seas and continental drifts, island rise pond scum and slime
As if out of nowhere, the mountian grew or the sea level shrank, who knows anything, nobody's cryin' about it
Like nobody cares one way or the other, lonliness and happiness are all that counts, the pocket's sweet spotted
Where it counts, no hands in pockets, dreams and longing for repatriation with fathers and mothers, in due time.

Not sucking the gravity or machines into any black hole means only one thing, there is no black hole anywhere
Even if there were one, it wouldn't make any difference at all in understanding our relation back to old school
Needing an answer just now, before I take last breaths, so I can tell someone that I discovered Truth over here
For the sake of God and man, the machine keeps running without being oiled and will seize your soul for fuel..

Gratitude for seeing the clearlight before it was twilight and nothing could be seen or heard, tasteless, no odor
Without everything that creates this illusion of reality such as it is, in Americas or EuroAsia, what China built
Dam of darling, dancing salmon over the falls, spawned, moving to the sea of unknowing, comtemplative whore
Then the dream was over and I woke up all alone, by myself in a bed of roses, covered with silk and satin quilt.

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r j j stephan, I (@65 every day is a gift, thank god, my ancestors and of course my mama & papa R.I.P. y'all)
c. 11-29-16 @ 1:23 AM PST
( written listenin' to HITS OF #SolomonBurke on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/Nq3ViRId0cM )
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