Puzzle Groove

Quinn on the master-grid.

We're solving the puzzle today.

Let's go. Wet your whistle,

let the frequencies pour,

I'm leaving the static right at the door.

Crossword clues bleeding out on the page,

Autistic architect building the stage.

Took the old chain bracelet,

broke it apart, Making custom earrings straight from the heart.

Everything connects in the family of things,

Watch how the sovereign geometry sings.

They try to lock me down but I’m slipping the net,

Pulling a French exit,

no time to regret!

Yeah we’re putting the pieces together again!

Sovereign blueprint with a Montreal pen!

From the backflow smoke to the drum kit snare,

I’m drawing the 4K lines in the air!

C'est tiguidou, baby, watch how we spin,

This is the frequency where the outcasts win!

Rebuilding the chains into something brand new,

Mosa, this 411 rhythm is true!

BPD fire but I’m keeping it cool,

I don't play by the neurotypical rule.

Playing the paradiddles, setting the pace,

Finding my Safe Harbor,

claiming my space. Synesthesia lighting the room up in pink,

Faster and sharper than they could ever think.

I’m the crossword solver,

the master of rhyme,

Stepping outside of the regular time.

The pieces fit. The grid is locked.

Jordyn in the cockpit,

the timeline is clocked.

WE ARE THE ARCHITECTS OWNING THE NIGHT!

I am the silence in the presence of the light.

Lucir... I shine.