Hypnerotomachia Poliphili (Canonical) · Track 593 · middle
Gamma Spike
The Sphinx
Lyrics
[Verse 1] Your body carved from silence, paws extended into sand, limestone shoulders built to hold a question no one answers— you've been here longer than the names they gave you, watching caravans dissolve like salt in heat, your gaze predictive, always reading what arrives before it lands, that forward-facing stare that trains their mirror neurons to believe you see them coming centuries away. [Chorus] Stone-still, sun-split, ancient burning bright, your riddle in the weathering, your truth in standing tight, you hold the horizon like a lover holds a breath, and everything that kneels before you learns to live with death. [Verse 2] Your stone face sculpts the air around it— theta waves of pilgrims syncing to your silence, their hippocampal systems consolidating awe, memories binding deep because you do not move, because your long-term potentiation lives in limestone, each century strengthening the synaptic pathways of those who come believing you contain an answer. [Chorus] Stone-still, sun-split, ancient burning bright, your riddle in the weathering, your truth in standing tight, you hold the horizon like a lover holds a breath, and everything that kneels before you learns to live with death. [Bridge] Your axonal branching reaches through the dunes, cortical remapping every soul that dares approach— you remake their sense of scale, their inner knowing, proprioception spinning as they stand beneath your chin. [Chorus] Stone-still, sun-split, ancient burning bright, your riddle in the weathering, your truth in standing tight, you hold the horizon like a lover holds a breath, and everything that kneels before you learns to live with death. [Outro] Millennia have worn your nose to mystery, but your eyes—your eyes stay forward, burning, seeing every creature that will ever come to ask. --- **WORD COUNT: 285 words** ✓