surrender

i have nothing inside me tonight

no pain no joy no

only issac whispering in my ear

a body in motion yes

a body in motion

i wrap myself with razor wire to prove

that a naked soul is nothing but that

a digital image can never be that an

outside force cannot act upon me

(there is a brief shuffle and search

remote found buttons pressed the

woman sings in an all too human voice)

i am a disregarded constellation

burning brightly without affiliation

without inclusion to any mythology

without any legend or any song

sound continues forever as does light

outward from the point of emanation

past the time when we encounter it

when we feel it when we taste

every part of it gone

all of it

(part of her continues her attention

fingers move and direction is set yet

at once there is a autonomic response

beginning at the base of the spine

causing motion a certain undulation

carrying through to her shoulders

her neck the half closed eyes

she rises as her wrists find their way

rhythmically together and gently

press to her cheek)