Hypnerotomachia Poliphili (Canonical) · Track 587 · middle
The Double Bind
Scylla & Charybdis
Lyrics
[Verse 1] You are the double bind made flesh— mouth that swallows, rocks that crush, stuck between the pull and the press. Your synaptic firing splits in two, each neuron screaming opposite truth, and still you choose. Still you *move*. [Chorus] You taught me that being torn in half is how some souls learn to *stand*. Your mirror neurons mapped the pain of every sailor caught between your hands— you *felt* their fear like your own skin, and sailed them through it anyway. [Verse 2] The hippocampus builds its map of danger, but you *rewired* it: each passage burned a deeper groove, long-term potentiation of survival. Your axonal branches reaching *out* even as your teeth were closing *in*. You knew: the narrowest route was the only way home. [Chorus] You taught me that being torn in half is how some souls learn to *stand*. Your mirror neurons mapped the pain of every sailor caught between your hands— you *felt* their fear like your own skin, and sailed them through it anyway. [Bridge] Your cortical remapping is a love song— the way your body learned to *hold* what wanted to destroy it. Theta waves firing through the dark, predictive coding: *this will hurt*, and you open anyway. [Chorus] You taught me that being torn in half is how some souls learn to *stand*. Your mirror neurons mapped the pain of every sailor caught between your hands— you *felt* their fear like your own skin, and sailed them through it anyway. [Outro] Between your whirlpool and those jagged stones, you built a passage made of *knowing*. That narrow strait—*that's* where you live. That's where you always *won*.