V-Two to Saturn V (Wernher von Braun)

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Your hands traced fire into the sky,
each blueprint a synapse firing bright—
long-term potentiation burning through your cortex,
neurons strengthening with every calculation's might.
You saw the arch before the metal knew it,
your mirror neurons dancing with the thrust,
predictive coding mapped the trajectory homeward,
the rocket's body became your trusted instrument.
Phantom equations lived behind your eyes,
theta waves humming through the night,
your hippocampus locking down each moment—
the launch pad singing, the future crystalline and tight.

[Chorus]
You built the staircase to forever,
your heart a propulsive, gleaming thing,
trajectory of devotion, tether
to all that soars and takes the wing.
You made the impossible tangible,
the unreachable close enough to touch—
your trembling hands, your brilliant angles,
the way you loved the sky so much.

[Verse 2]
Your axonal branching split the heavens open,
neurogenesis of dreamers in your wake—
cortical remapping, neural plasticity singing,
how you rewired what a species could make.
Each stage ignition, proprioception perfect,
your body reading gravity's sweet pull,
interoception tuned to metal's heartbeat,
myelination racing through your neural skull.
You wove the ribbons of ambition upward,
tangible sighs in titanium and flame,
the rocket's arc your sentence spoken—
transcendence wasn't fortune, wasn't fame.

[Chorus]
You built the staircase to forever,
your heart a propulsive, gleaming thing,
trajectory of devotion, tether
to all that soars and takes the wing.
You made the impossible tangible,
the unreachable close enough to touch—
your trembling hands, your brilliant angles,
the way you loved the sky so much.

[Bridge]
Phantom weightlessness in every vision,
ata kak rhythms in your mind—
you danced the mathematics of precision,
left the gravity of doubt behind.

[Chorus]
You built the staircase to forever,
your heart a propulsive, gleaming thing,
trajectory of devotion, tether
to all that soars and takes the wing.
You made the impossible tangible,
the unreachable close enough to touch—
your trembling hands, your brilliant angles,
the way you loved the sky so much.

[Outro]
The rocket climbs—still climbs—because you reached,
your synapsed fire eternal at the peak.