The Probability Map (Metis)

Lyrics

[Intro]

[Verse 1]
Bronze tablet, cool under my fingers,
you lie here in the dim light of Zeus's mind,
lines etched deep, from Hesiod's words in 700 BCE.
Metis, you wove these paths,
swallowed whole in that mythic swallow,
your counsel still hums through the ichor.

[Chorus]
Probability map, glowing threads,
foreseeing Athena's birth from his split skull,
on that day in the forge of Hephaestus.
You chart the futures, cool and cerebral,
like neurons firing in the quiet before dawn.
Ambrosia drips, sustaining your weave.

[Verse 2]
I trace the symbols, Polybius's library lost,
but here, in this cavernous hall,
your golden loom clacks softly,
echoing synaptic sparks.
Metis, mother of wisdom, trapped in divine blood,
your chill seeps into my hands.

[Bridge]
What if the son had come, unnamed threat,
instead of armored Athena springing forth?
Your tablet holds the gaps, the unspoken prophecies,
scent of metal and stone filling the void.

[Chorus]
Probability map, glowing threads,
foreseeing Athena's birth from his split skull,
on that day in the forge of Hephaestus.
You chart the futures, cool and cerebral,
like neurons firing in the quiet before dawn.
Ambrosia drips, sustaining your weave.

[Verse 3]
Faint tang of ichor lingers,
as I lean close, whispering to your surface,
Metis, your deep thought pulses still,
in this eternal space, no time of day,
just the cool marble dawn forever.
Bronze, you map my own mind's twists.

[Outro]
Tablet, hold the weave tight,
wisdom in the swallow, endless.