Chanting Cymatics

The clouds swirled like 2 battling wizards The wind was the conductor, the strings were the crickets The earth is a concert if you really learn to listen He saw omens in the clovers and the lizards He walked through the desert for more than 40 days He learned from mirages how illusions betray He saw monsters in the darkness and he chased em away The mind moves the sword and thе sword obey Sometimes wе see the way sometimes we're stuck in a maze Some use a map and some just pray Sometimes I feel like an actor stuck in a play Is death a curtain call where we get bouquets? Trap door in the stage and I'm sliding to hell I use my pen as an axe I got a story to tell Making shapes in the sand I'm chanting cymatics Frequency 432 the healings automatic Lotus tea aromatic I decipher the static Stress post traumatic the host is in my attic Dose in the shell my medicine ginger radish I see ghosts from hell swimming up from Atlantis Breathing asthmatic, slow like Denver traffic Ideas sporadic I exhale microplastics Negative thoughts on my last nerve like sciatic Magic mathematics I divide em like quadratic Don't question my philosophy this isn't Socratic I spit hemlock erratic the truth is very tragic He saw his body on a pyre adorned with roses Eyes wide open looking like 2 explosions His past life closed when his new eyes opened The old man said that we all cry ocean Everything's impermanent, wrinkles and erosion A heart can't heal until it knows that it's broken He had 2 fossils that he held like tokens He asked can you translate the language of omens? He said all you need to do is listen and notice The past is always present everything is this moment