I Sing The Body Electric

A body electric sing softly. Its voice is so weak and goes through every section. The body electric is otherwise but merges with the human one. It creates a functional aberration. It illuminates remaining dark. It lives without a own light. It doesn't show to what is not. When it stops singing remains there, motionless, as it always was. I can only imitate its functions, singing its shapes as a servant, an innocent beholder. Immobile.