3You are my energy.2

In the early morning, morning glory buds begin to open, Moisture from the entire plant—rising from the roots—gathers within the bud, The tightly coiled, spiral bud gradually loosens, and the petals, previously hidden, slowly reveal their vivid colors, Amidst the crisp air of a summer morning, please sing of that vibrant, surging energy—fueled by the moisture drawn from the roots—while wrapped in beautiful melodies and arpeggios

(Intro) The texture of amorphous mud Crossing the event horizon with a soft *clack* The light of redshift— Something I had forgotten, or thought I had (Verse 1) Wrinkled fingertips trace The thermal death of entropy Snapping the hands of a clock turned into mere symbols In the backyard of a brain-centric society A mud ball suddenly rises up Questions and responses hundreds of times a second It from bit, It from bit Water and soil mingling—the qualia of that day (Chorus) You are my energy Dark energy welling up from the empty margins Flowing down the river of dynamic equilibrium A mad solvent, mad tears More vivid than a yesterday I can no longer recall Now, awakening deep within my cells (Verse 2) Spikes in the nucleus accumbens, the pleasure of prediction error Ink of drowsiness scorching the synapses Bearing the weight of phosphorylation I cast myself into the suspended void of night But the eraser of calcineurin Forgot to wipe away the memory of that summer’s sandcastle (Bridge) Shutting down the DMN Visceral waves stirring memories of an ancient sea A reservation for anarchic rebellion The fiction known as "me" unravels A boy from long ago, rising from the mud Gazes back at the old me (Chorus) You are my energy Starlight born anew even as it fades Dancing in the sandbox of dynamic equilibrium A dance that breaks itself before it can be broken The reverberations of the "Yes" and "No" I cast into the world Make my parched throat tremble (Outro) Direct experience within the slack Mud stains left undefragmented Everything I had forgotten... You are, even now, My energy (It from bit... A hollow silence...)

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