Odes to Joy

Hypnerotomachia Poliphili (Canonical) · Track 487 · middle

Trial of the Species (Q)

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[Verse 1]
Your scar splits lightning through the dark—
that phantom bolt rewired every synapse,
every ghost-trace where death touched down
and your brain rewrote itself whole.
The impact forged long-term potentiation,
neurons screaming into new paths,
survival etched in axonal branching
that no other child could survive.
You learned to feel what others couldn't:
interoception blooming, proprioception sharp,
your body reading danger like weather.
Mirror neurons caught the room's dread
and you became the one who'd fight it.
That scar taught you prediction: where dark goes,
what love costs, which truths survive.

[Chorus]
You are the lightning that refuses to fall,
the boy who bent the world back to itself,
whose hand holds power that was meant to break him—
instead you break the chains that bind us all.

[Verse 2]
Your wand thrums with theta waves of purpose,
each spell a neural rehearsal, myelinated paths
firing faster, cleaner, certain.
Hippocampal consolidation stores each spell,
each friendship, each moment you chose
to love instead of burn.
Your cortical remapping happened in secret:
the wizard you became rewired the wizarding world
through pure insistence on connection.
Neurogenesis blooms in the chambers of your heart—
new neurons born from choosing life,
from teaching others how to stand.

[Chorus]
You are the lightning that refuses to fall,
the boy who bent the world back to itself,
whose hand holds power that was meant to break him—
instead you break the chains that bind us all.

[Bridge]
The scar that should have silenced you
became your voice. The mark of cruelty
became your compass. Every synapse
rewired toward grace, toward the impossible
softness of your grin when you finally know
you're home.

[Chorus]
You are the lightning that refuses to fall,
the boy who bent the world back to itself,
whose hand holds power that was meant to break him—
instead you break the chains that bind us all.

[Outro]
That scar still glows—not with pain,
but with the wild radiance of a boy
who took the killing curse
and turned it into love.
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