The Zero Latency (Kairos)

Lyrics

[Intro]

Lysippos, your bronze boy stands tiptoe in Olympia,
winged feet ready, forelock dangling like a promise.

[Verse 1]
In the Temple of Zeus, 350 BCE, morning light hits the statue,
the air thick with incense and polished metal.
You, Kairos, with your razor in hand, sharp as a synapse firing.
I reach for your hair, that long front lock, shaved clean behind.
No second chances, just this pulse, zero latency in the prefrontal cortex.
Lysimachus whispered of you, 3rd century poet, grasping at gods who slip away.

[Chorus]
Oh, fleeting one, in the agora at dawn, 400 BCE,
cool air at 15 degrees Celsius, figs sweet on my tongue.
Your moment surges like dopamine in the ventral tegmental area,
decision gates open, no delay, just the now.
Grasp it, love, before the sundial shadows shift.

[Verse 2]
Posidippus etched your form in epigram, all-subduer,
from Sicyon’s workshops, your balance on one foot.
I address you, bronze figure, in this quiet courtyard,
 olive leaves rustling, stylus scratching wax tablet.
Neurons align in predictive bursts, kairos as the opportune spike,
Isocrates urging timing in his speeches, 436 to 338 BCE.

[Bridge]

What of the missing voices, the apprentices under Lysippos,
or the market women invoking you in daily trades?
Their kairos lost to history, yet here you stand,
winged and razor-sharp, demanding the grasp.

[Verse 3]
In neural terms, you're the zero-latency choice,
no hesitation in the basal ganglia's loop.
Dawn's crisp touch on skin, incense lingering,
I hold your forelock, feel the bronze cool under fingers.

[Outro]

Kairos, my swift god, in this moment, we decide.
Gone if not seized, like a thought unacted.