Every Unkindness, Catalogued

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Your brush hand trembles with the weight of seeing—
a frog leaps into the old pond,
and your synapses fire like struck flint,
each dendrite reaching, reaching toward the sound
of water breaking silence into song.
You teach your mirror neurons how to listen.

[Chorus]
You are the frog and the pond and the splash,
three things held inside one breath,
your cortex remapping what it means to stand still,
to witness the moment the world becomes itself,
to let the tremor move through you like lightning
and call that truth.

[Verse 2]
Your pilgrimage feet know the narrow path—
long-term potentiation strengthens every step,
synaptic connections deepening like moss on stone,
and your hippocampus weaves each village, each dawn
into a thread you can't unknot from wonder.
You walk until your proprioception sings the earth.

[Chorus]
You are the frog and the pond and the splash,
three things held inside one breath,
your cortex remapping what it means to stand still,
to witness the moment the world becomes itself,
to let the tremor move through you like lightning
and call that truth.

[Bridge]
Your theta waves synchronize with rain on bamboo,
predictive coding dissolves—you stop expecting,
start receiving. The instant blooms. Axonal branching
spreads like roots through every season you've touched,
and neurogenesis keeps flowering in the dark,
new neurons waking to the sound of being alive.

[Chorus]
You are the frog and the pond and the splash,
three things held inside one breath,
your cortex remapping what it means to stand still,
to witness the moment the world becomes itself,
to let the tremor move through you like lightning
and call that truth.

[Outro]
That frog still jumps through centuries—
your myelinated pathways carry it forward,
an old pond, a new splash, forever.

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**Word count: 287 words** ✓