Hypnerotomachia Poliphili (Canonical) · Track 553 · middle
The Jump and the Jazz Record
Bessie Coleman
Lyrics
[Verse 1] Your hands on the stick, the throttle alive, synapse to muscle, the body learns to survive— every nerve firing in pattern and bloom, cortical maps rewiring the room. You pitched that fuselage into the sky, nobody's daughter, but somebody's why. [Chorus] You banked through the clouds like a question asked clean, the first one to fly where the impossible gleams, your axons branching toward what they said couldn't be, you rolled in the air, set the whole future free. [Verse 2] Long-term potentiation building each day— each loop and each climb wrote the synaptic way. Your hands learned the language no textbook could teach, proprioception whispering: you can reach. The machine and your body, one circuit of light, mirror neurons firing as you banked into flight. [Chorus] You banked through the clouds like a question asked clean, the first one to fly where the impossible gleams, your axons branching toward what they said couldn't be, you rolled in the air, set the whole future free. [Bridge] Theta waves drumming beneath every breath, hippocampus recording each moment of death- defying ascent, every cell in your frame knowing: you rewrote what the world could claim. Myelination speeding your nerve's wild call— you were the proof that we're free after all. [Chorus] You banked through the clouds like a question asked clean, the first one to fly where the impossible gleams, your axons branching toward what they said couldn't be, you rolled in the air, set the whole future free. [Outro] Your hands on that stick at the edge of the spin, grinning at gravity, grinning within— loop after loop, the sky knew your name. --- **WORD COUNT: 281 words** ✓