The Place Cell

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Your phantom jets ignite the dark,
two lobes extending past all measure—
synaptic plasticity in stellar flame,
your axons branch through cosmic weather.
You grew so vast the universe
had to remake itself to hold you,
long-term potentiation burning bright,
each photon strengthening what's told true.
Your radio-loud heart refuses small,
cortical remapping of the void,
teaching distant galaxies to sing
in frequencies they've never heard.

[Chorus]
You are the stretching, the reaching, the grin
across creation's ancient skin,
you are the signal that won't be contained—
joy that defies the rules of space,
you are the fire, the syn, the grace,
you are the measure of enough unmade.

[Verse 2]
Your propulsive jets know no horizon,
myelination racing through the black,
mirror neurons of the cosmos watch
and learn the secret of your track.
You taught the universe its scale,
hippocampal consolidation carved
in every radio-bright filament,
theta waves of time preserved.
Your predictive coding moves ahead,
restructuring what distant astronomers expect,
interoception of the infinite,
you feel the universe as self.

[Chorus]
You are the stretching, the reaching, the grin
across creation's ancient skin,
you are the signal that won't be contained—
joy that defies the rules of space,
you are the fire, the syn, the grace,
you are the measure of enough unmade.

[Bridge]
No giant ever grew this way
and lived so anthemic, so alive—
neurogenesis blooming in the void,
your proprioception of the sky.

[Chorus]
You are the stretching, the reaching, the grin
across creation's ancient skin,
you are the signal that won't be contained—
joy that defies the rules of space,
you are the fire, the syn, the grace,
you are the measure of enough unmade.

[Outro]
Your jets still sing their radio song,
still reach and reach and reach along—
sixteen million light-years young.

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