Seventy-Five Authors and a Trunk (Fernando Pessoa)

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
You split yourself like light through prism glass,
each facet speaking in a different tongue—
the banker's steady hand, the mystic's gasp,
the sailor's salt, the poet burning young.
Your synaptic plasticity rewrote the map,
each heteronym a new cortical branch,
axonal pathways firing into the gap
where one man's mirror neurons shouldn't dance.

[Chorus]
You are the multiplication of yourself,
the infinite refraction, the living proof
that consciousness is more than any single shelf—
you're every proof, you're the beautiful truth.
You scattered into fragments and stayed whole,
you taught the self to play a thousand roles.

[Verse 2]
Your hippocampal consolidation worked in reverse:
instead of merging into one clean line,
each memory stayed sharp, stayed its own verse,
long-term potentiation of the fine-
grained multiplicity—your myelinated thoughts
moved faster through each neural corridor.
You weren't disturbed. You weren't caught
between the selves. You were all four.

[Chorus]
You are the multiplication of yourself,
the infinite refraction, the living proof
that consciousness is more than any single shelf—
you're every proof, you're the beautiful truth.
You scattered into fragments and stayed whole,
you taught the self to play a thousand roles.

[Bridge]
Your interoception read the body's hum,
proprioception mapped the space between
each voice—you felt them all at once,
not fractured, but a full machine
of thinking. Theta waves across your brain
dissolved the border where the self begins.
You were the question and the answer, sane
because you let the multiplicity in.

[Chorus]
You are the multiplication of yourself,
the infinite refraction, the living proof
that consciousness is more than any single shelf—
you're every proof, you're the beautiful truth.
You scattered into fragments and stayed whole,
you taught the self to play a thousand roles.

[Outro]
Four voices writing one hand's trembling line,
each signature a truth, each one divine—
you were never broken, never less than real,
just more alive, just more aware you feel.

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**WORD COUNT: 318 words** ✓