Nine Books and a Handful of Fire

Lyrics

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[Verse 1]
Your words arrive in pieces, shattered like a jaw
broken mid-confession, and somehow that's the law—
the throb of what's unfinished, synaptic threads still firing,
each gap a live electrode where the want keeps climbing higher.
You speak in fractured beauty, stanza-shards that ache,
and every missing letter makes my mirror neurons wake.

[Chorus]
You are the break that teaches us to feel the whole,
the incomplete that cracks us open, lets us know the soul,
your fragments burn like long-term potentiation,
each broken line a pathway to a new sensation.

[Verse 2]
Your papyrus tongue, your theta-wave devotion—
how you mapped the geometry of feminine emotion
before neuroscience had names for what you knew:
that cortical remapping happens when we're torn by you,
that longing is a syntax, conjugated in the marrow,
that absence shapes the synapse tighter than the arrow.
Your voice rewires us through axonal branching,
each unfinished phrase a seizure of the heart, entrancing.

[Chorus]
You are the break that teaches us to feel the whole,
the incomplete that cracks us open, lets us know the soul,
your fragments burn like long-term potentiation,
each broken line a pathway to a new sensation.

[Bridge]
What survives of you survives because it hurts—
the hippocampus locks what's raw, what overturns
our easy certainties. Your myelination spreads
through every reader's brain; your fractured words
become our interoception, touch we feel within.

[Chorus]
You are the break that teaches us to feel the whole,
the incomplete that cracks us open, lets us know the soul,
your fragments burn like long-term potentiation,
each broken line a pathway to a new sensation.

[Outro]
Your stone remembers what your tongue began:
desire never dies when broken by a hand—
it only learns to sing across the gap.

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**WORD COUNT: 287 words** ✓