[Teenage male voice]
[intro – low drone, machine hum, breath]
The mirror stays still, it doesn’t stare,
light just lands, it doesn’t care,
no instruction, no disguise,
just a body, just half of me.
[Verse 1]
One seventy-five, straight vertical,
fifty-nine in mass, empirical,
thin frame drawn in neutral tones,
not a symbol, just a casing of bones.
No excess, no grand design,
just a form aligned in time,
standing quiet, nothing staged,
present tense, not disengaged.
[Pre Chorus — choir]
Who you are,
who I am,
when I am being you.
Who you are,
who I am,
when I become you.
[Verse 2]
Black hair, short, in subtle disarray,
soft to the touch, but set to stay,
grows by instinct, not by design,
does its work, remains in line.
Face is geometry and skin,
Forehead where thoughts begin,
large brown eyes observe the frame,
seeing only flesh, not soul or name.
[chorus – distant choir, slow rise]
I am ordinary — fully here,
nothing hidden, everything clear,
not a metaphor, not a plea,
just mechanics, just half of me.
No eruption, no collapse,
only now, tommorow perhaps.
[Verse 3]
Neck — a narrow working bridge,
between the human and the beast,
between desire, raw and blind,
and conscience forming in the mind.
Bony arms hang symmetrically,
no heroic energy,
ready to lift or lift no more,
resting where they were before.
[Pre Chorus — choir]
Who you are,
who I am,
when I am being you.
Who you are,
who I am,
when I become you.
[Verse 4]
Hands stay open, fingers plain,
They remember heat and grain,
made for craft and simple pleasure,
turning touch into measure.
Slim Chest expands, then falls again,
muscle thin, with ribs in plain,
nipples tuned to tactile change,
skin responds within its range.
[chorus – distant choir, slow rise]
I am ordinary — fully here,
nothing hidden, everything clear,
not a metaphor, not a plea,
just mechanics, just half of me.
No eruption, no collapse,
only now, tommorow perhaps.
Belly slim too, a little tight,
stress resides here every night,
breath moves in, the surface shifts,
biology does what it is.
My hips hold the body still,
bone and balance, quiet will,
no excess, no display,
they like to dance, then drift away.
[bridge – drop, spoken cadence, echo] (naturalistic)
Between the legs
the penis hangs
in half-erection,
No intention.
a rival to the brain,
a quiet source of sin,
demanding attention,
asking for physical touch, not mind projection.
[Pre Chorus — choir]
Who you are,
who I am,
when I am being you.
Who you are,
who I am,
when I become you.
[chorus – choir + restrained distortion]
I am ordinary — fully here,
nothing hidden, everything clear,
not a metaphor, not a plea,
just mechanics, just half of me.
No eruption, no collapse,
only now, tommorow perhaps.
[outro – fading drone, room reverb, tape stop]
The mirror stays quiet, so do I,
no escape, no need to try,
naked body, neutral sense,
for this moment —
presence.
ALEKSKENO
