Hypnerotomachia Poliphili (Canonical) · Track 320 · middle
The Horse That Danced When You Died
Sitting Bull
Lyrics
[Verse 1] Your hands remember the buffalo's thunder, how synaptic pathways fired when you saw the herd breaking sky— long-term potentiation etched each gesture deeper, muscle memory holding what your eyes already knew: the great ones were leaving, and you stood in the gap, your body a prophet before language could catch. [Chorus] You held the vision like a stone that remembers its heat, dancing the world back into itself, your feet drumming what your neurons already spoke, and we are alive because you believed what your whole spine knew was true. [Verse 2] The Ghost Dance trembled through your frame— theta waves synchronizing the people's breath with yours, mirror neurons firing across the circle, binding strangers into kin, your predictive coding sharp as obsidian: you saw the ending before it came, and you danced it anyway, axonal branches reaching toward what might save us. [Chorus] You held the vision like a stone that remembers its heat, dancing the world back into itself, your feet drumming what your neurons already spoke, and we are alive because you believed what your whole spine knew was true. [Bridge] Your proprioception mapped the sacred geometry of survival— body sensing body, cortical remapping the territory of grief into ceremony, neurogenesis blooming in the young ones who watched you move, each synapse in their skulls remaking itself around your courage, not forgetting: remembering forward. [Chorus] You held the vision like a stone that remembers its heat, dancing the world back into itself, your feet drumming what your neurons already spoke, and we are alive because you believed what your whole spine knew was true. [Outro] Your feet are still drumming in the dust, still calling the buffalo home, still dancing the people awake. --- **WORD COUNT: 274 words** ✓