We Make Our Bodies

Controlled by the mind

Hand moving like a ghost

Shaping the body

A forming dance

.

With huge eyes

Of muddy green

I see pale face

That often

Gazes

On the artificial

Computer sun

Making it

Like milk in this light

.

With lips

Like rotten strawberries

Framed in a frown

That bites the tongue

Trying not to

Give emotion

To smile

.

Hair

Straight

Soft browns woven down

Caressing

Tired Marks

Under the eyes

With heavy brows

.

Gazing down at

The only features seen

On that spinning body

Wearing

White shirt

Black pants

Blue shawl swirling

In the self-made wind

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