Second Hand Body (Pressure Cut)

It starts without me already in motion, already aligned, already decided before I arrive inside it I enter late late into movement, late into timing, late into something that does not register my presence The arm lifts not abruptly, not incorrectly, but with a precision that removes the need for intention, removes intention, leaves intention behind The hand closes around an action already completed, completed before contact, before awareness, before claim I observe observe the sequence, observe the accuracy, observe without insertion There is a delay small enough to ignore, but constant enough to reshape timing, reshape timing into something external, something imposed I adjust adjust to match it, match the delay, match the delay until the delay becomes standard, becomes structure, becomes rule The body responds responds immediately, responds completely, responds without reference to me The mirror confirms it returns an image that resolves too quickly, resolves before doubt, before interruption, before refusal Expressions form form without origin, without transition, without the space where they could have been stopped I follow follow the motion, follow the outcome, follow without influence This body moves moves without waiting, without asking, without pause It completes completes the action, completes the sequence, completes before I arrive I remain remain behind it, behind the movement, behind the moment learning the distance the distance that repeats, repeats as distance, distance as control I reduce the action break it into parts, into smaller parts, into fragments that should reveal the origin, reveal the origin, reveal nothing Each fragment holds holds the same certainty, the same closure, the same refusal to open Nothing begins everything continues, continues without start, continues without permission [Chorus: stronger, more insistent, tighter rhythm] This body moves moves without waiting, without asking, without pause It completes completes the action, completes the sequence, completes before I arrive I remain too close now, too close to separate, too close to interrupt inside the distance the distance collapsing, collapsing distance, distance removed There was a first movement a point of origin, a point of control, a point I should be able to return to, return to, return I search for it through repetition, through completion, through sequences that erase their own beginning Now it tightens tightens the timing, tightens the space, tightens until movement becomes impact I speak and the words arrive finished, finished before intention, before choice, before correction I move and the action closes around me, around me moving, moving inside closure I remain inside the sequence, inside the repetition, inside without entry This body continues continues without break, without question, without return and I continue continue behind it, behind movement, behind myself