Surface Position

Through this thick skin lies a gentle heart,

It can take a sharp incision,

A surgeons touch, a warriors vision.

Is your knife sharp enough?

at the surface position.

Through this thick skin the blood flow is chasing,

It moves without permission,

Raising heat, through your transmission,

Will your nerves bear witness,

To this new found unfolding,

As you move without volition,

Will you pull back your blade,

from this surface position?

Something's changing

Through this thick skin no mind can devour,

This molten heart condition,

Ready and wailing for salvation.

Will you parry at your blindside,

Will you silence your demons?

There's no need for dissection,

As you dive through the cracks

Of the surface position.