Greenish bluish eyes capture
the world, hold it still.
Reflect what they see, mirrors
with memory held in boundless time.

Hair too thick to style
without massive amounts of gel
would fall flat, like weeds
knocked over by the force of wind.

Fingers have their own minds
when they shake from anxiety.
Scarred, cut, bruised and world weary,
they cast a new world.

Imperfect feet always want to dance
under the moonlight. They look so small;
just a tiny footprint in a world
of infinite feet.

A mind takes captive the world and spins it
into its own reality. A mind easily gets lost,
believing it feels emotion, easily loops
around something that does not exist.

Heart beats the pattern of life
into this soul, an anchor
weighing down on the cavity of my chest.
Sometimes I can soar above the clouds.

I love this body, its chemically impaired
brain, with sharp spasms.
Light that dances in the eye
and reflects the world back unto itself.