Nine Books and a Handful of Fire (Sappho)

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Your words arrive like synaptic lightning,
each syllable a synapse firing twice—
long-term potentiation blooming
in the space between my ribs.
You've mapped the hidden geography
of how desire speaks in meter,
how nine stanzas can rewire
what the body thought it knew.

[Chorus]
You wrote the blueprint of the ache,
the fever that we all contain—
your fragments still combusting,
burning brighter than the whole.
Every line you touched kept singing
long after the parchment turned to ash.
You didn't need the ending;
you were always the flame.

[Verse 2]
Your cortical remapping changed us all,
rewrote the mirror neurons' ancient code—
we learned to feel ourselves in you,
predictive coding mapped through meter.
The hippocampus holds your voice,
consolidates each breath and break,
how you myelinated longing into art,
how absence could be axonal branching.

[Chorus]
You wrote the blueprint of the ache,
the fever that we all contain—
your fragments still combusting,
burning brighter than the whole.
Every line you touched kept singing
long after the parchment turned to ash.
You didn't need the ending;
you were always the flame.

[Bridge]
Nine stanzas survive—nine doorways—
and we press our palms against the threshold,
feeling theta waves pulse through the centuries,
your interoception bleeding into ours,
the nervous system recognizing itself
in every word you carved from living.

[Chorus]
You wrote the blueprint of the ache,
the fever that we all contain—
your fragments still combusting,
burning brighter than the whole.
Every line you touched kept singing
long after the parchment turned to ash.
You didn't need the ending;
you were always the flame.

[Outro]
Your nine stanzas glow like embers,
incomplete and incandescent,
teaching us that broken things
can burn the brightest.

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**WORD COUNT: 281 words** ✓