An Instrument of Many Strings (Cleopatra VII)

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Your tongue learned every language like synaptic pathways firing—
each word a new connection, neurons branching wild and wiring.
You spoke to generals, merchants, priests in their own cadence,
your cortex remapping faster than empires could manage.
The asp coiled in your chamber wasn't death—it was the choice,
the mirror neuron firing when you claimed your own voice.

[Chorus]
You wore the serpent like a crown of pure intention,
your mind a temple where all the gods came to mention
that power lives in knowing what your body's trying to say—
you read the room, you read the throne, you read the way.

[Verse 2]
Your hippocampus blazing, consolidating every treaty,
each negotiation etched in long-term potentiation, neuro-heady.
You predicted moves three rooms ahead—predictive coding sharp—
your interoception tuned to catch the tremor in a heart.
The asp became your algebra, your final calculation,
theta waves of consciousness dissolving the plantation.

[Chorus]
You wore the serpent like a crown of pure intention,
your mind a temple where all the gods came to mention
that power lives in knowing what your body's trying to say—
you read the room, you read the throne, you read the way.

[Bridge]
No axonal branching hesitates when you've mapped the entire board,
when myelination makes you sharp enough to cut the cord.
Your body knew before your brain caught up to what was real,
proprioception telling you exactly how to feel.

[Chorus]
You wore the serpent like a crown of pure intention,
your mind a temple where all the gods came to mention
that power lives in knowing what your body's trying to say—
you read the room, you read the throne, you read the way.

[Outro]
The fangs didn't betray you—they completed your design,
the serpent was your signature, your final, brilliant line.

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**WORD COUNT: 315 words** ✓