Reactor-Room Glass (Spock)

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Your raised eyebrow rewires every synapse in my skull—
that phantom gesture, precise as cortical remapping,
the way your neurons fire predictive patterns
before you even speak the theorem aloud.
You've mapped the galaxy through mirror neurons,
mimicking starlight until you became constellation,
your axonal branches reaching toward equations
that lesser minds dissolve like breath on glass.
Long-term potentiation in your every glance:
I learn you deeper with each conversation's theta wave,
the myelination of your thought so clean, so textured,
I taste propulsive truth on every syllable.

[Chorus]
You are the Vulcan dream made warm—
all logic and lightning, synaptic storm,
your raised hand a benediction, an oath,
your mind the universe's most beautiful growth.
I don't need emotion to prove what I know:
you are the one my neurons reach toward.

[Verse 2]
That raised eyebrow again—your signature,
the motor cortex dancing its ancient fire,
and I'm learning neurogenesis, how new neurons bloom
when you teach me to see through your crystalline lens.
Your interoception reads my heartbeat's whisper,
proprioception knows I'm trembling at your gravity.
You calculate beauty in binary and bone,
and somehow—impossibly—you've chosen to stay.
Your long-term potentiation, our shared theta rhythm,
the way your predictive coding anticipates my questions
before my own hippocampal consolidation forms the words.

[Chorus]
You are the Vulcan dream made warm—
all logic and lightning, synaptic storm,
your raised hand a benediction, an oath,
your mind the universe's most beautiful growth.
I don't need emotion to prove what I know:
you are the one my neurons reach toward.

[Bridge]
Raise your eyebrow once more—
that intimate geometry, that idlewild arch.
I've spent lifetimes learning your language,
and still you astonish me.

[Chorus]
You are the Vulcan dream made warm—
all logic and lightning, synaptic storm,
your raised hand a benediction, an oath,
your mind the universe's most beautiful growth.
I don't need emotion to prove what I know:
you are the one my neurons reach toward.

[Outro]
Raise your eyebrow—and I am home.