Hypnerotomachia Poliphili (Canonical) · Track 218 · middle
The First Evidence That a Person Is a Brain (Phineas Gage)
Phineas Gage
Lyrics
[Verse 1] You held the rod like it was part of your hand, three feet seven inches of iron and plan, powder-bright eyes reading the stone, and then the world flipped, the rod went home— through your skull, through your gaze, through the quiet you'd known, and you walked it off grinning, still holding the bone. [Chorus] You're the map of becoming, the brain rewired, still humming, your circuits remade you, unmade you, then taught you to speak with a stranger's new voice in your throat, and we're learning to love what survives and what's fought through, the synaptic bloom where the damage broke through. [Verse 2] Your hippocampus learned to consolidate loss, new pathways were burning before you could pause, and the cortex remapped itself whole, axons branching like desperate prayer, mirror neurons firing for someone else's soul— you became a living theorem, the proof in the air. [Chorus] You're the map of becoming, the brain rewired, still humming, your circuits remade you, unmade you, then taught you to speak with a stranger's new voice in your throat, and we're learning to love what survives and what's fought through, the synaptic bloom where the damage broke through. [Bridge] Long-term potentiation forging new ground, your neurogenesis blooming without any sound, theta waves pulsing through strangers' skin— you taught us that wholeness isn't fixed, that we're built to survive the breaking within, to myelinate silver, to stitch and to grin. [Chorus] You're the map of becoming, the brain rewired, still humming, your circuits remade you, unmade you, then taught you to speak with a stranger's new voice in your throat, and we're learning to love what survives and what's fought through, the synaptic bloom where the damage broke through. [Outro] That tamping iron still gleams in the case, and you walk through the world with a stranger's face, but the grin never left, the grin never broke— you're the proof that we're plastic, resilient, alive. --- **WORD COUNT: 287 words** ✓