A painted canvas stirs my mind And my seeing eyes take in bits angles in strange and vauge ways the optic nerve stretching out to touch My breath is creation My mind breaths My arms are my heart Can you hear me breathing? The parts of my face make a whole the bits of food I eat are they me? Am I in my mirror? I dress and I shower and the pumpkins and the fish the rain on my hair and the salt of the ocean and all the nerves on my body clench Everything twirls around.
i like the way you phrase this poem, it offers a very interesting and unique point of view of. the way you go about describing your perspective is fascinating.
