Hypnerotomachia Poliphili (Canonical) · Track 371 · middle
The Name They Chiseled Off the Wall
Hatshepsut
Lyrics
**Central Image:** The terraced mortuary temple at Deir el-Bahari—a woman's architectural monument to herself, built into the cliff face, defying erasure. --- [Verse 1] Your fingers traced the blueprint on the sand, three tiers climbing like a thought ascending, each colonnade a synaptic pathway firing— predictive coding of a world redrawn. The limestone knew what you already knew: that stone remembers longer than a name. [Chorus] You built yourself in light and shadow, cortical remapping of the sacred space, your temple nestled in the mountainside like a secret the whole kingdom could see. No whisper, no apology, no veil— just columns catching the exact angle of the sun. [Verse 2] Your hands held architects the way neurons branch, axonal sprouting toward impossible angles. Terrace after terrace rose—long-term potentiation of vision into matter, dream into stone. Your mirror neurons fired when workers moved, each gesture myelinated into the next. [Chorus] You built yourself in light and shadow, cortical remapping of the sacred space, your temple nestled in the mountainside like a secret the whole kingdom could see. No whisper, no apology, no veil— just columns catching the exact angle of the sun. [Bridge] The hippocampus doesn't hoard a thing— it consolidates the moment into forever. You knew this. Every stone was memory made manifest, every angle a theta wave of certainty: *I am here. I remain.* [Chorus] You built yourself in light and shadow, cortical remapping of the sacred space, your temple nestled in the mountainside like a secret the whole kingdom could see. No whisper, no apology, no veil— just columns catching the exact angle of the sun. [Outro] Three terraces climb toward your own horizon. The cliffs still hold the shape of your becoming, and stone keeps answering what you already asked.