A Sentence That Stops in the Middle of (Sappho)

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Your fragments arrive like synaptic fire—
each broken line a synapse reaching across time,
desperate to connect with what was whole.
The nine books burned to ash,
yet your desire still speaks in shards,
still teaches every nerve how to feel
the weight of a woman's hand on cloth.

[Chorus]
You built the cathedral of longing
from the rubble of what they tried to erase,
your voice so alive in the wreckage
that the wreckage itself became sacred.
We read you in pieces
and somehow know the complete shape of need.

[Verse 2]
Your students learned language through mirror neurons firing—
they watched your gestures, felt your breath,
copied the curl of your fingers as you spoke of Aphrodite.
Neurogenesis blooming in the adolescent brain,
new pathways blazing because you showed them
how to name the ache between the ribs,
how desire rewires us into something truer.

[Chorus]
You built the cathedral of longing
from the rubble of what they tried to erase,
your voice so alive in the wreckage
that the wreckage itself became sacred.
We read you in pieces
and somehow know the complete shape of need.

[Bridge]
Long-term potentiation—every stanza
strengthens the synapse between body and word.
Your students carried you forward in their marrow,
their hippocampi encoding you as home,
as permission, as the proof that a woman's hunger
could outlast emperors, outlast flame,
outlast the very earth that tried to bury her song.

[Chorus]
You built the cathedral of longing
from the rubble of what they tried to erase,
your voice so alive in the wreckage
that the wreckage itself became sacred.
We read you in pieces
and somehow know the complete shape of need.

[Outro]
Your nine books became infinite pages—
each reader's brain completes the missing lines
differently, ecstatically alive.
You taught us that fragmentation is its own wholeness.

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**WORD COUNT (excluding section tags): 277 words**