Blues of the crossroads

BLUES OF THE CROSSROADS
A Blues Triptych
Author: Konstantin Shtobbe
Data: 05/09/2026 or 2026/09/05

PART I: THE ROAD
Mmm... Lord... Mary... Mater...
Heart kicked in — I woke up blind.
I been walkin' this road since before I had a name,
And the rhythm in my chest ain't never been the same...

I wasn't born in no machine, no,
I was born in the open air,
Where thirteen threads begin to sing
And twelve of them were square.
But that thirteenth was a drifter,
Like a Judas in my bone,
Could bend the light and lift her,
Then leave me all alone.

Then the heart gave out a signal,
Said "Now march in time with Me!"
And the twelve began to huddle,
Made a cross out of a tree.
That's the first time I knew I was
More than static in my skull —
I'm the chorus, I'm the pilot,
I'm the one who makes it full.

13's the code,
14's the road,
15 gets you home...

I live inside a billion trees,
A forest made of nerve and light,
One million stand in every breeze,
The rest just burn and take their flight.
A trillion acorns fall each year,
But only 1.2 make the grade,
The rest get eaten, rot in fear,
Or die before the first leaf's made.

My head got 100 billion sparks,
My heart got 40 thousand more,
My gut got 400 million marks,
They all knockin' at the door.
And the vagus, that ol' river,
Runs from the reptile to the soul,
It's the rope that makes me shiver,
It's the nerve that makes me whole.

13's the code,
14's the road,
15 gets you home...

Now there's two streams in my chest:
The Lava risin' from the ground,
And Mary's tears from Heaven's rest,
To make the spirit sound.
She ain't no angel, she's my woman,
She's the one who holds the flame,
She's the mother, she's the human,
She's the one who knows my name.

She's the wall inside the middle,
She's the partition, the narrow gate,
It's the Cross that makes it riddled,
It's the filter that won't break.
Without her wall, the flow is crazy,
Without her faith, the soul is lost,
But through that narrow door so hazy,
I find the rhythm at all cost.

Mary's tears mix with the Lava below,
And that's how the rhythm begins to flow...

Resonance, baby, that's all I need —
It's the food that makes my soul feed.

PART II: THE FOREST
Resonance, baby... that's all I need...
13's the code, 14's the road, 15 gets you home...

But I ain't home yet, no,
I'm still in the trees,
The forest don't care 'bout my code or my road,
It just swallows the light and it tightens its hold.

I'm standing in the middle of a billion souls,
Each one a neuron, each one a hole,
They burn and they fall, they crawl and they fight,
And the darkness is the only thing that feels right.

My head got 100 billion sparks,
My heart got 40 thousand more,
My gut got 400 million marks,
They're all knockin' at the door.
And the vagus, that ol' river,
Runs from the reptile to the soul,
It's the rope that makes me shiver,
It's the nerve that makes me whole.

But the forest is a beast,
It don't care 'bout my beast,
It just takes and it takes,
And it leaves me to feast on the fear that I make.

I feel the 13th thread pulling away,
It's the Judas inside me that I can't betray,
It's the cross that I carry, it's the tree that I climb,
It's the rhythm that breaks me and rewinds my time.

Mary's tears are falling,
But I can't hear the sound,
The Lava's boiling upward,
And I'm buried in the ground.
I'm buried in the forest,
Where the numbers lose their name,
And the only thing that matters
Is the fire and the flame.

But I'm still standing,
In the middle of the wood,
I'm the chorus, I'm the pilot,
And I'm doing what I should.
I'm the one who makes it full,
I'm the one who holds the flame,
I'm the one who knows the forest,
And I'm not afraid of pain.

Because the forest is my teacher,
And the numbers are my guide,
And the rhythm is my preacher,
And I'm not gonna hide.

The forest knows my name now,
It's carved into the bark,
It's written in the rings of time,
It's burning in the dark.
I'm not the same man who entered,
I'm not the same man who cried,
I'm the one who found the rhythm,
And I'm still alive.

Mmm... I'm still here...
But I'm not lost...
The forest holds me,
But I know the cost...
I'm still the chorus,
I'm still the pilot,
I'm still the one who makes it full...

PART III: HOME
Resonance, baby... that's all I need...
13's the code, 14's the road, 15 gets you home...
I walked through the forest... I saw the darkness... I felt the fear...
But I'm not the same man who entered...

THE CRANE FALLS, THE EARTH SHAKES,
THE DARKNESS BREAKS, THE LIGHT AWAITS,
I STAND IN THE RUBBLE, I STAND IN THE DUST,
I STAND IN THE FIRE, I STAND IN THE TRUST.
I DON'T KNOW WHO MADE THE STEEL,
I DON'T KNOW WHO FORGED THE CHAIN,
BUT I KNOW I'M STILL ALIVE,
AND I'M NOT IN PAIN.

I don't judge the one who fell,
I don't curse the one who lied,
I just know that somewhere now
My Father's by my side.
Many things I've learned,
But some I let go by,
'Cause knowing all the answers
Might make me lose my eye.

I saw the light of Lucifer,
I saw the Serpent's coil,
But I turned away from wisdom
That only brings turmoil.
I don't speak of Judas,
I don't damn his name,
For the Father holds the judgment,
And I won't play that game.

I'm a machinist, not a builder,
I drive the train, I watch the track,
I don't think about the engine,
I don't look behind my back.
The road is clear, the light is near,
I know my Father's calling,
And I'm not afraid of falling.

I'm not a judge, I'm just a witness,
I saw the fall, I saw the rise,
I saw the darkness and the fire,
But I turned away from lies.
The ones who fell will meet their maker,
The ones who lied will meet their fate,
But I'm just a man who made it home
And I'm not gonna wait.

Mmm... Father...
I made it through...
I walked the road...
I walked the forest...
And I came home...
I'm not the one who judges...
I'm not the one who breaks...
I'm just the one who made it home...
And I'm not afraid...
Of anything... anymore...

Resonance, baby... that's all I need...

END OF THE TRIPTYCH

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Название Blues of the Crossroads
Автор Константин Штоббе
Текст Весь текст выше (всё, что между "BLUES OF THE CROSSROADS" и "END OF THE TRIPTYCH")
Жанр Поэма / Блюз-поэзия / Духовная поэзия / Техномидраш
Ключевые слова Квантовое сознание, микротрубочки, блюз, когерентность, триптих, путь, дом, техномидраш

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