Odes to Joy

Tete a Sisukiro · Track 104 · middle

L'Éveil de l'Œil

pupil dilation — the autonomic nervous system expanding to let the dark in

Lyrics

[Intro]
The lamp is off.
The room is quiet.
And my body speaks before I do.

[Verse 1]
The dilator pupillae, a radial muscle, a quiet star.
It doesn’t ask my permission.
It just obeys some older, sympathetic law.
A signal from the spine, a silent command.
To pull the curtain back.
Not for fight, not for flight.
Just to see what stands before me in the half-light.

[Chorus]
This is how I let the dark in.
Not the absence of the light, but the whole of your landscape.
The aperture widens.
The black circle blooms.
My autonomic nervous system says yes.
A confession made of shadow and space.

[Verse 2]
The ladies of the Renaissance court, they knew this look.
They dropped poison in their eyes for it.
Belladonna. Beautiful lady.
A bitter taste for a blurry, alluring gaze.
They faked this involuntary devotion.
But this is not that.
This is not a toxin.
This is just the undiluted sight of you, changing my chemistry.

[Chorus]
This is how I let the dark in.
Not the absence of the light, but the whole of your landscape.
The aperture widens.
The black circle blooms.
My autonomic nervous system says yes.
A confession made of shadow and space.

[Bridge]
Claude Bernard charted the wiring.
Hermann von Helmholtz built a little lamp to see inside, back in 1851.
They were trying to read the body’s secret language.
The flicker of interest, the spike of effort, the sudden, focused awe.
They wanted to measure this.

[Outro]
My pupils expand forty percent.
That’s the number they found.
My body has finished its calculation.
The window is open.
There is room.
Come in.
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