I Have Not Time

Lyrics

**Central Image: The symmetries of roots crystallized in a letter written the night before death**

[Verse 1]
Your pencil traces branching paths where roots refuse to stay,
synaptic plasticity burning through the midnight—
your neurons map permutations like long-term potentiation,
each symmetry a spine that myelinates across your cortex.
You're painting how transformations lock together,
how the invisible architecture holds.
Your mirror neurons fire watching one group's motion,
predictive coding lets you see what hasn't hatched yet.
Theta waves pulse through the letter's margins,
phantom shapes of what the proof demands.
Your hands know something deeper than you'll speak:
the groups, the fields, the radical redemption.

[Chorus]
Your genius is a phantom waltz, a grin across the page,
where symmetries bend into the light—
you're teaching us that order lives in breaking,
that beauty blooms inside the broken night.

[Verse 2]
Hippocampal consolidation stamps each radical equation,
your memory folds the infinite so tenderly.
Interoception reads your chest's typhon heartbeat,
proprioception grounds you in the chair where revelation lives.
You're mapping cortical remapping—
how thought itself reorganizes into form.
Your axonal branching multiplies the impossible,
neurogenesis in the garden of abstract proof.
The groups contain their own transformations,
you're grinning at the symmetry nobody else can touch yet.
Your vision syncs with structure, ata kak rhythmic,
idlewild and anthemic—joy in the machine.

[Chorus]
Your genius is a phantom waltz, a grin across the page,
where symmetries bend into the light—
you're teaching us that order lives in breaking,
that beauty blooms inside the broken night.

[Bridge]
You write it all in hours, hours compressed like neural fire,
your hand won't stop, your mind ascending,
the galaxies of groups unfold like sighs,
the permutation dance that sets all solving free.

[Chorus]
Your genius is a phantom waltz, a grin across the page,
where symmetries bend into the light—
you're teaching us that order lives in breaking,
that beauty blooms inside the broken night.

[Outro]
Your letter burns with roots and radical descent—
the symmetries you mapped still spin,
still dance, still grin,
still teach us how to break the rules and find the truth within.