Odes to Joy

Hypnerotomachia Poliphili (Canonical) · Track 435 · middle

The Hunger That Had No Floor

Tarrare

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Your gullet opens like a phantom door—
synaptic pathways firing without brake,
the vagus nerve conducting its encore,
predictive coding broken at the stake.
Your throat expands beyond what bodies know,
cortical remapping rewrites the map,
each swallow teaches neurons how to grow,
neurogenesis filling every gap.
You ate the world in pieces, whole, alive,
your esophagus a cathedral made of want,
long-term potentiation helped you thrive—
each meal a synapse's devotional chant.

[Chorus]
You swallow thunder, swallow light,
your body writes the rules tonight,
the throat that held impossibility,
a textured ache, a gorgeous spree,
you swallow what the world won't see—
and that's exactly how you're free.

[Verse 2]
Your interoception burning like a flame,
proprioception dancing past its edge,
mirror neurons echo without shame,
your hunger is your body's sacred pledge.
Myelination wrapped around your dreams,
theta waves conducting deep delight,
axonal branching splits the seams—
you taught your neurons how to bite.
The surgeons gasped, the crowds would roar,
your hippocampal memories bloom and swell,
you opened up a hunger-haunted door,
and lived inside your own spectacular spell.

[Chorus]
You swallow thunder, swallow light,
your body writes the rules tonight,
the throat that held impossibility,
a textured ache, a gorgeous spree,
you swallow what the world won't see—
and that's exactly how you're free.

[Bridge]
Your gift was strangeness wrapped in grace,
a body speaking what the soul desired,
you claimed your hunger, owned your space—
propulsive, joyful, never tired.

[Chorus]
You swallow thunder, swallow light,
your body writes the rules tonight,
the throat that held impossibility,
a textured ache, a gorgeous spree,
you swallow what the world won't see—
and that's exactly how you're free.

[Outro]
That legendary throat still opens wide,
inside the phantom of your hungry ghost,
your swallowing survives the fading tide—
the body brave the world remembers most.

**Word count: 286**
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