[Title ~ WAVE // DOT // ZIGZAG GOSPEL] [Intro | Inciting Sensory] Graph paper breath; chalk dust throat. Neon on a wet curb draws a ghost. Compass squeak; the zero hums. Pick an origin—here it comes. [(breathe)] [Verse 1 — Mask ~ how they see me] “Straight line kid—clean edge, no stray.” “Boxed-in mind; right angles all day.” “Sharp like triangles, cold like steel.” They square me up till the curve ain’t real. “Color inside, no squiggle, no spill.” “Stay on grid; be quiet; sit still.” They frame my name in a perfect frame— call me vector, erase the flame. [Pre — Mirror ~ what they write] “On-brand, on-axis.” “No drift, no lack.” “Stay in your lane.” “Keep lines intact.” “Dots connect only if we approve.” Footnotes tighten; the margins move. [Hook — Prism] Wave or particle?—I say BOTH. Zig, then zag—make circles GLOW. Dot by dot, I lay the ROAD. Swirl, twirl—watch patterns GROW. Line to arc—my shape says GO. Warp, whirl—bend cages OPEN. Oscillate—high/low, high/low— I draw my truth—then break your TOKEN. [(again)] [Post — Shape Mantra] dot—dot—line—go. zig—zag—loop—flow. swirl—twirl—roll—slow. warp—whirl—home—oh. [Verse 2 — Body ~ what actually happened] Graphite smear on my thumb; streetlight cone. I map my breath like a metronome. Angle the rain on a cracked screen face; sine in the chest, cosine in the pace. Squiggles in margins, triangles taped; radius whisper as a circle escapes. Dots like freckles on a bus-stop sign; I connect what the world calls “off the line.” My shoes draw arcs through a puddle’s skin; the city shivers—oscillations begin. [(inhale)] [Pre — Mirror 2 ~ receipts] Stamped at 2:06, corner of Ninth— three-point proof: curb, lamp, and light. Caption trims the smudge and sweat; the comments square what the curve just said. [Hook — Prism] Wave or particle?—I say BOTH. Zig, then zag—make circles GLOW. Dot by dot, I lay the ROAD. Swirl, twirl—watch patterns GROW. Line to arc—my shape says GO. Warp, whirl—bend cages OPEN. Oscillate—high/low, high/low— I draw my truth—then break your TOKEN. [Bridge — Resolver] Pick three stars—triangulate name. Set a center—rebalance frame. Plot the pain—convert to wave. Count the cycles—walk out brave. If they force squares on a living curve, fuck it—I spiral and keep my nerve. [Break — Geometry Spell] Dot to dot—no dotted doubt. Line to line—new path out. Circle once—claim that ground. Zig and zag—lose their bounds. Squiggle says LIVE; swirl says NOW; twirl says MOVE; whirl learns HOW. [Verse 3 — Convergence] I’m not your ruler— I’m the hand that flexed; not your stencil— I’m the line you text. When the grid feels tight, the grid gets cut; I turn a straight “no” to a spiral “what.” Call me tangent—I kiss and leave; call me chord—two hearts, one sleeve. I’m wave when faith needs forward motion; I’m particle—proof you can hold in the open. [Hook — Final Prism] Wave or particle?—I say BOTH. Zig, then zag—make circles GLOW. Dot by dot, I lay the ROAD. Swirl, twirl—watch patterns GROW. Line to arc—my shape says GO. Warp, whirl—bend cages OPEN. Oscillate—high/low, high/low— I draw my life—then break your TOKEN. [(hold)] [Outro — Quiet Proof] Chalk in the lines of my palm says stay. Rain on the arc of my mouth says play. Dots in the dark like seeds that know— tomorrow’s a circle—we rise and go. [(fade)]
