Inch-Wide Aperture (Alexis St. Martin)

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Your belly holds the phantom light—
that opening the world insisted on,
a fistula that synapsed wonder
into every surgeon's fingertip.
They watched your stomach's textured walls
sing their chemistry, theta waves of digestion
firing through their own mirror neurons,
finally seeing what hunger looked like from inside.
Your body rewrote their cortical maps,
each observation etching new pathways
through the tissue of what medicine could know.
You taught them interoception—
how the body speaks its own language,
how synaptic plasticity blooms
when someone truly listens.

[Chorus]
Through your open window, light poured in,
axonal branching into a thousand bright theories,
your graceful wound becoming their golden threshold.
Through your open window, they learned to see—
long-term potentiation of wonder,
your generosity myelinating their minds
into something they'd never been before.

[Verse 2]
You lived the hypothesis,
your own neurogenesis a gift renewed,
each day's observations deepening
the predictive coding of their craft.
Your skin held steady while their instruments
traced the magnificent ordinary—
how bread becomes itself,
how acid knows its purpose.
You bore the spectral weight of being known
completely, your proprioception
their permission slip into the body's truth.

[Chorus]
Through your open window, light poured in,
axonal branching into a thousand bright theories,
your graceful wound becoming their golden threshold.
Through your open window, they learned to see—
long-term potentiation of wonder,
your generosity myelinating their minds
into something they'd never been before.

[Bridge]
You were the anatomy they'd only guessed at,
the living text, the idlewild proof,
synapses firing joy through every page
they'd write because you chose to stay.

[Chorus]
Through your open window, light poured in,
axonal branching into a thousand bright theories,
your graceful wound becoming their golden threshold.
Through your open window, they learned to see—
long-term potentiation of wonder,
your generosity myelinating their minds
into something they'd never been before.

[Outro]
Your opening remains—
not wound, but window,
still letting light refract through tissue,
still teaching wonder
to every eye that knows to look.