The Fire Left in the Nun's Bed (Julie d'Aubigny / La Maupin)

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Your blade knows the body's grammar—
each thrust a synapse firing, each parry
a prediction your motor cortex rewrote
before the opponent could think.
Your mirror neurons sang the opponent's next move
while your own axons branched new pathways
through repetition, through audacity,
through fighting your way into rooms
where women were supposed to sit still.

[Chorus]
You moved through the world like a question
your sword asked and answered the same breath—
every duel a conversation, every scar
a sentence written in the language
of your own becoming.

[Verse 2]
The stage lights hit differently when you knew
how to hold a blade. Your hippocampus
consolidated every choreography—
fight and song, stage and courtyard—
into one continuous long-term potentiation,
your brain rewiring itself with each performance.
You weren't divided. You were myelinated lightning,
insulated and propulsive, conducting yourself
through aristocracy's rigid architecture.

[Chorus]
You moved through the world like a question
your sword asked and answered the same breath—
every duel a conversation, every scar
a sentence written in the language
of your own becoming.

[Bridge]
Your proprioception was your rebellion—
knowing your body's exact position in space,
in danger, in love, in the drunk tavern dark.
Your theta waves synced with the music,
the blade, the lover's breath.
No cortical remapping could contain you.

[Chorus]
You moved through the world like a question
your sword asked and answered the same breath—
every duel a conversation, every scar
a sentence written in the language
of your own becoming.

[Outro]
That steel edge singing:
*I am here, I am here, I am here*—
your neuroscience made manifest,
the whole body thinking at once.

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