Hypnerotomachia Poliphili (Canonical) · Track 64 · middle
Rosabelle, Believe (Harry Houdini)
Harry Houdini
Lyrics
[Verse 1] Your wrists know what mine never will— that synaptic plasticity, how bone learns to slip like water through impossible spaces. You've taught your hands a language the body wasn't meant to speak: locked in chains, your mirror neurons fire the exact shape of freedom before your fingers find it. [Chorus] You bend the cage around you, bend it till it breaks, your body is the key, the lock, the escape route— every knot you tie becomes a door, and I am watching you walk through. [Verse 2] Your cortical remapping writes new maps of what a body can survive: rope becomes a puzzle your proprioception solves in darkness, underwater, buried alive. You've myelinated pathways most of us never needed—axonal branching into dimensions of contortion where long-term potentiation means your muscles remember every impossible angle, every lock's small confession. [Chorus] You bend the cage around you, bend it till it breaks, your body is the key, the lock, the escape route— every knot you tie becomes a door, and I am watching you walk through. [Bridge] Your theta waves sync with the audience's terror, their interoception reading your breath like a seismograph of hope— you've trained your nervous system to bloom inside confinement, to find the hairline fracture in every restraint and make it sing. [Chorus] You bend the cage around you, bend it till it breaks, your body is the key, the lock, the escape route— every knot you tie becomes a door, and I am watching you walk through. [Outro] Your wrists rotate one final time, and the chain surrenders first— always you, always unfettered, always reaching back for breath, always, always alive. --- **WORD COUNT: 287 words** ✓