Lost and aloof

Lost in Time and found in Spaceflight, I am tripping and trolling for inner light Blindly listening and feeling for eclectic taste and smell of the unseen sight
I have done everything wrong, done nothing exactly right, orphaned divinity
Conceived in the middle of nowhere, with occultism's nothing skeleton's key.

Come on down to the mouth of the riverside, that's where I chant philosophy
I think I am, afterall is said and done an oxymoronic marroon without a creed
Belief and blind faith in an uncertified middle way on straight and narrow path
Question to be or not, innocuous essence precedes a nauseous existence wrath

Happiness' primal Form of Good, a thing in itself, unconditional mind quakes
Eternally obnoxious dream within the somnambulist's unconscious water lakes
And so on, etcetera, etcetera in perpetuity of the terminally lost, never found
Killed, murdered, slaughtered, dead, gone, punished, justice without reward.

by
Richard Joseph Stephan
c. June 23, 2014 @ 10:00 A.M. Monday's Monday
(written while listening to the "Armstrong & Getty" talk radio show @ 650 KSTE AM)