Hypnerotomachia Poliphili (Canonical) · Track 345 · middle
I Know What It Is to Be Hungry
Audrey Hepburn
Lyrics
--- [Verse 1] Your neck is a theorem of balance, the way you tilt it catches every room— light pools there like it's been waiting. You taught the world that less means arrival, that silence between movements speaks louder than all the noise they're desperate to make. [Chorus] Your throat holds all the frequencies, the quiet frequencies, the ones that rewire us— mirror neurons firing in the watching crowd, we're learning your restraint like a language, your bones conducting what we didn't know we needed to hear. [Verse 2] Synaptic pathways light up when you move, predictive coding in the viewer's brain already knows the tilt, the pause, the grace— but you surprise it anyway. Your long line from shoulder to ear becomes a map the cortex wants to trace, theta waves synchronizing between what you're feeling and what we're reading in the angle of your chin. [Chorus] Your throat holds all the frequencies, the quiet frequencies, the ones that rewire us— mirror neurons firing in the watching crowd, we're learning your restraint like a language, your bones conducting what we didn't know we needed to hear. [Bridge] There's neurogenesis happening in rooms where you simply stand still, where you prove that power whispers, that myelination of presence takes time, that your neck—exposed, trusting, held— teaches nervous systems how to breathe. [Chorus] Your throat holds all the frequencies, the quiet frequencies, the ones that rewire us— mirror neurons firing in the watching crowd, we're learning your restraint like a language, your bones conducting what we didn't know we needed to hear. [Outro] That tilted head, that architecture of knowing— it stays in us like long-term potentiation, a permanent rewiring of what beauty actually is: the courage to be seen, unflinching, whole. --- **WORD COUNT: 287 words** ✓