432

carved cherubs, 

palm trees and open flowers

on walls of the measured temple,

Solomon sound system of perfection

cycles per second.

no wonder we can’t hear it anymore,

tuned from the perfect fifth,

it is howling like a wolf

needing to be let out.

some say Mozart tamed that wolf

seven hundred cents of equal.

in a need to hear the optimal beat,

beat between frequency.

the brain locates in 3d,

cymatics in a drop of water

of lost integrity 

Howlin Wolf is gonna get ya

shaking foundations

scaring wits.

an earworm melody

with the audacity of 440,

or tuning forks at 421.6

changing natural keynote.

oh, Verdi’s A! 

Pythagoras knew the sacred shape 

of cochlea,

color runs the gamut 

a difference of eight

I see, I feel it and hear it in porphyry.

entomb me in the purple rock,

the rock of harmony,

the rock of sound,

the rock of perfect frequency,

of optimal integrity;

the rock of the hound.

body squeezes on that octave

disapproval in unison.

fingers of natural proportions

of equal meantone feed desire.

miss the beat of higher music

consumed in Orpheus’ ambrosia, 

hertz hurt and expire. 

the natural mood of the universe,

space curvature bangs the drum

in the music of the sphere

and calm clarity.

tune the temple, tune the body, the blues

retune perfect resonate

vibrate. call the wolf, a wolf…

in healing clarity 

Beethoven number 5 

bouncing off walls of the hive.

pure atonality, free so free. 

healing clarity in you!

feel 432 (Hz)!