Hypnerotomachia Poliphili (Canonical) · Track 550 · middle
Still Falling Upward
Amelia Earhart
Lyrics
**Central Image:** The endless horizon from the cockpit—the point where sky meets ocean and disappears into uncertainty. --- [Verse 1] You traced the curve where sky dissolves to nothing, hands steady on the yoke, your cortex firing predictive maps of air that hadn't spoken yet— each horizon line a frontier your mirror neurons already lived in, borrowed from the clouds ahead. The engine's roar became your theta rhythm, that frequency of flight where thought dissolves into the pure synapse of *doing*. [Chorus] You taught the air your name in vapor trails, your body compass spinning true against the spin, proprioception singing through the altitude, the whole wide blue a second skin you wore and shed and wore again—alive, *alive*, in every cell that dared to leave the ground. [Verse 2] Synaptic plasticity in real time: your brain rewired itself with every crossing, every cell along your axons branching into new terrain, long-term potentiation burned into your bones— the way that fear and joy fuse into *forward*, into *further*, into the muscle memory of absolute emergence. You were neurogenesis in leather and fuel and wild, sustained attention. [Chorus] You taught the air your name in vapor trails, your body compass spinning true against the spin, proprioception singing through the altitude, the whole wide blue a second skin you wore and shed and wore again—alive, *alive*, in every cell that dared to leave the ground. [Bridge] What you found at the edge of every map wasn't death—it was the glial cells arranging light, the spindle neurons firing in ecstatic recognition: *here is where I was always meant to burn*. [Outro] The horizon called you forward one last time, and you answered with your whole fierce instrument, disappearing into the only freedom that ever truly asked you in.