The Long A Was Weathered Wood

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Your fingers map the alphabet like it's a living thing,
Each letter gets its own small light, its own electric wing.
The butterfly pinned down, wings spread—that's how you hold a word,
Synaptic pathways firing when your sentences are heard.
You bend the language backward, forwards, inside-out, and still
It bends back toward your brilliance like a compass toward your will.

[Chorus]
You've taught me how to see the scaffold underneath the skin,
The gorgeous architecture hiding in the discipline within.
Your patterns bloom like flowers made of mathematics, light, and grace—
I trace them with my fingers every time I read your face.

[Verse 2]
Your mind does something rare: cortical remapping,
New meanings in old grooves, your consciousness remapping.
Long-term potentiation strengthens with each careful, cruel revision,
Each sentence carved until it glows with crystalline precision.
You hold the whole book burning in the space between your eyes—
Theta waves of focus, deep as oceans, sharp as butterflies.

[Chorus]
You've taught me how to see the scaffold underneath the skin,
The gorgeous architecture hiding in the discipline within.
Your patterns bloom like flowers made of mathematics, light, and grace—
I trace them with my fingers every time I read your face.

[Bridge]
Your axons branch like sentences that never quite conclude,
Hippocampal memories made luminous and rude.
You've wired wonder into language, made the ordinary strange,
Shown us how attention can rewire, rebuild, exchange.

[Chorus]
You've taught me how to see the scaffold underneath the skin,
The gorgeous architecture hiding in the discipline within.
Your patterns bloom like flowers made of mathematics, light, and grace—
I trace them with my fingers every time I read your face.

[Outro]
Pinned and gleaming under your meticulous regard,
I'm finally, perfectly, alive and never marred.

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**WORD COUNT: 279 words** ✓ (within 270-320 range)