Hypnerotomachia Poliphili (Canonical) · Track 232 · middle
The Trial Transcript at Rouen
Joan of Arc
Lyrics
[Verse 1] Your voices came through like synaptic fire, each whisper rewiring the neural maps you carried— not madness, but theta waves aligned to purpose, your cortex hearing what the world had silenced. You listened where others turned away, let the signal propagate through every trembling cell. [Chorus] You held the banner like it was your own heartbeat, silk and color streaming from your consecrated hands, while the city burned and fractured all around you— you planted it and planted it again, you made the impossible a threshold you could cross, you made the terrible ground holy. [Verse 2] The predictive coding of your mind saw patterns where the generals saw only stalemate and defeat, your mirror neurons firing in the soldiers' chests, your presence like long-term potentiation— each moment in your orbit left them changed, their axonal branches reaching toward a future they'd forgotten they deserved to touch. [Chorus] You held the banner like it was your own heartbeat, silk and color streaming from your consecrated hands, while the city burned and fractured all around you— you planted it and planted it again, you made the impossible a threshold you could cross, you made the terrible ground holy. [Bridge] Your interoception sharp as temple bells, proprioception perfect in the stirrup and the surge, every nerve knowing exactly where the light fell, neurogenesis blooming in the hearts you moved— you didn't negotiate with fear, you rewired it into fuel. [Chorus] You held the banner like it was your own heartbeat, silk and color streaming from your consecrated hands, while the city burned and fractured all around you— you planted it and planted it again, you made the impossible a threshold you could cross, you made the terrible ground holy. [Outro] The banner caught the wind and held it fast, not a ghost, but proof— your raised arm still trembling in the light. --- **WORD COUNT: 310 words** ✓