Alphabet quantum soup I guess I’m stuck in a loop

Ashes fall from the sky a phoenix cries and swoops

He sat back and observed the curious flight of the birds

He opened his book to a random page and recited the words

"Friends, unlock the locks of the beloved's head

So on this joyous night, let the story spread"

Humans are natural weavers always finding connections

But there's danger in always trying to find it that's the lesson

He said in yourself you need to find non rejection

Society teachеs self hate cause wе admire perfection

How many of us get used by people cuz we want to feel useful

But you're perfect the way you are the earth thinks you're beautiful

So many of us are treading the subtle trauma of childhood

So we self sabotage and build our homes with firewood

The mind likes to hides memories like a survival shield

But the thing about writing the more you do the more reveals

I found a chemical key that opened dimensions concealed

Where beings talked with colors and feelings my reality peeled

They said they speak in dreams and camouflage in mystery

They spoke of beautiful anguish the riddles contradictory

What are the mechanics of your coping mechanisms?

They're often hidden in taboos and eroticism

He burned all his blueprints for his victim archetype

How do you sing your song of self during your darkest night?

You'll find your higher soul where the demons and saints meet

Astral sword fight in desire's blood paint me

The pond grew a lotus crown the water was coronated

The petals open for the sun at the speed of the sacred

Meet me at the crossroads between laughter and tears

One mountain many paths but we all got here

Disgust for the other often leads to evil

Nature's the great teacher John L Seagull

You attract what you resist, you block what you allow

Look at all my ugliness, can you really love me now?

Who's pain do you suffer, which cycle are you upholding?

I found the wisdom of the heart, it crushed me like a boulder

Pink and cream clouds the sunset Neapolitan

Covered in psychic blood sweating out the sorrow and

These are just some thoughts as I walk the metropolitan

As the sewer steam spells out the Song of Solomon

Everything playing its melody at once is the song of the cosmos

It echoes through the universe, an infinite spiral