The Retinal Burn (Arges)

Lyrics

[Intro]

[Verse 1]
Arges, your name means bright, shining like the forge's heart.
Hesiod wrote it down, circa 750 BCE, in Theogony's lines.
Beneath Mount Etna, in Hephaestus' cavern, you swung that massive hammer.
Blackened with soot, worn from strikes on Zeus's thunderbolt.
The heat presses, sulfurous fumes sting the air.
One eye, monstrous, focused on the molten iron.

[Chorus]
Retinal burn, the afterimage lingers.
Photoreceptors overwhelmed, cones and rods firing wild.
Like your singular gaze, Arges, burning through the dark.
A flash of insight, blinding, then the fade to black.
In the perpetual gloom of the forge, lit by fire's glow.
This is the vision's cost, the bright scar on the mind.

[Verse 2]
Gaia birthed you, with Brontes and Steropes, overbearing spirits.
Forging weapons for gods, thunder's jagged power in your hands.
The clang echoes, each hammer fall a synaptic pulse.
Temperatures melting stone, unbearable wave against skin.
No day or night here, just the roar of the furnace.
Your eye, a laser of intent, etching truth into metal.

[Bridge]

And in the Buddhist lens, this burn is anicca, impermanent.
The sensation rises, peaks, dissolves like volcanic ash.
Mindfulness holds it, doesn't cling, lets the glow subside.
Arges, did you see it? The fleeting shine in your craft.

[Verse 3]
Small fact: your brightness ironic, one eye monstrous yet precise.
No vehicles, no feasts, just raw sustenance in myth's raw edge.
The thunderbolt glows electric, your creation's charge.
Feel the oppressive heat, the acrid tang of iron.
In neuroscience, it's overstimulation, the retina's protest.
A focused burn, like enlightenment's sudden strike.

[Outro]

Retinal burn, Arges, your legacy in the eye's memory.
Shining, then gone.