My Body In Line With Its Preconceptions

My body in line with its preconceptions The truthful and cruel exactness of my flesh Look that I see in the mirror's reflections My heart cannot accept in its blink enmesh A likeness that whirls around its clear-cut Of its silhouette-shadowy blood-red strait line A drawing I thought was disproportionate I've seen in silvery blue moonlight shine My heart is a seed in the palm of the space Or a fish swimming straight in its scattered salt The body bears a meaning to love ways Through whirling streams of life instigation vault I'm green like growth and leaves of debate My chair is the red in the love that I date