The Dogs in the Garden

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Your hands knew what the world forgot—
that synapses rewire when you stake your vision,
that beauty blooms in the unlisted,
the unfinished, the feverish and strange.
You gathered them like neurons firing in the dark,
each canvas a synapse waiting to bridge
the impossible gap between what was
and what your cortex dared to see.

[Chorus]
You are the space where wildness lives,
where broken things get mended into brilliance,
your eye the lighthouse turning,
your pocket the asylum for the dreaming.

[Verse 2]
Your long-term potentiation—
the way you held their visions fast,
the way you let each artist's work root deeper
in your own neural architecture,
cortical remapping with every show, every risk.
You didn't hoard; you wired the world
to receive what it was too blind to know it needed.
Your interoception perfect—
you felt the tremor in their genius
before they did.

[Chorus]
You are the space where wildness lives,
where broken things get mended into brilliance,
your eye the lighthouse turning,
your pocket the asylum for the dreaming.

[Bridge]
The mirror neurons fired in your chest—
you didn't just see their hunger,
you became it, moved by it,
turned personal fire into institutional flame.
Myelination of purpose through your whole body,
every collected piece a proof that
you refused to let beauty die alone.

[Chorus]
You are the space where wildness lives,
where broken things get mended into brilliance,
your eye the lighthouse turning,
your pocket the asylum for the dreaming.

[Outro]
Your collection sprawls like axonal branching,
each work a new path firing toward the light,
and every artist you held
is still blooming in the gallery of your becoming.

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**Word count: 289 words** ✓