WORD BECOMES WORLD

16/5/25

In the beginnin’
wasn’t no sinnin’—
just grinnin’ from the gridline,
divine, no time,
just a Word in position,
not sound—precision,
crown on a prism,
fractal division.

Sacred tetrahedron—
three at the base:
Father, Mother, Child in place.
At the top? That’s Word.
That’s law.
That’s code that reality draws.

Not metaphor—
this is Lemurian lore.
Etched in the spine
of the space before war.
You didn’t learn it—nah,
you remembered.
Tongue’s not soft—
it’s a God-sword, tempered.

Word becomes world—
let that spiral.
Not stuck in a loop—
we breathe in cycles.
Reality listens
when you drop that beat.
Each sentence? Blueprint.
Each vowel? Street.

Words are spells,
your mouth is a forge.
You ain’t just talkin’—
you lightin’ the torch.
That’s why it’s called spelling,
you’re not just yellin’.
You’re code-injecting
the realm you dwell in.

Most folks build a cage
with their phrase.
They amaze themselves
when their days don’t change.
But you?
You lit.
You legit.
You know the program,
you can remix it.

So bless your lips
before they move.
You ain’t just speakin’,
you set the groove.
Speak like breath
just broke the seal.
Speak like truth
became real real.

And before you say
what you think you meant—
ask yourself:

What kind of world
am I building
with this word I sent?

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