Odes to Joy

Hypnerotomachia Poliphili (Canonical) · Track 471 · middle

Seven Sentences in Phoenician (Hermes Trismegistus)

Hermes Trismegistus

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Your fingers traced the emerald—green fire holding all
three worlds at once, and your synaptic dendrites
learned to fire in unison with mercury's dance.
Long-term potentiation bloomed across your cortex
as you mapped the correspondence: above mirrors below,
mind mirrors body mirrors cosmos. Your mirror neurons
sang the hermetic hymn. You taught the throat to speak
what the hands had written, and theta waves spiraled
through your hippocampus, consolidating every secret
into golden memory. The tablet glowed. You knew
the trick—that knowing IS the transformation.

[Chorus]
Your emerald truth splits light into prisms,
showing us the infinite folds within ourselves.
What you etched in stone, we carry in our synapses—
as above, so below, so alive, so alive.

[Verse 2]
You touched the sealed vessel and felt neurogenesis
bloom in your temporal lobe: new thoughts, new sight,
new pathways burning bright. Predictive coding taught you
the universe dreams itself awake through every mind.
Your axonal branches reached impossibly far, myelinated
in the certainty that matter and spirit dance one dance.
The hermetic principle—that mind and world are one—
lit up your insular cortex, pure interoception,
your body knowing what your spirit whispered:
everything returns to everything. Transmutation
isn't magic. It's just attention made tangible.

[Chorus]
Your emerald truth splits light into prisms,
showing us the infinite folds within ourselves.
What you etched in stone, we carry in our synapses—
as above, so below, so alive, so alive.

[Bridge]
You were never seeking. You were *remembering*—
cortical remapping your own forgotten face.

[Chorus]
Your emerald truth splits light into prisms,
showing us the infinite folds within ourselves.
What you etched in stone, we carry in our synapses—
as above, so below, so alive, so alive.

[Outro]
Hold your emerald to the light one more time—
see how it cracks into seven gleaming pieces,
each one a mirror, each one *you*.

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