I Have Met My Organs

I own a machine
it is my body

I am the engine.
The mirror displays my
glistening inner workings.

I see limbs attached;
arms and legs have I.
They move when I do;
I make them move.
The eyes are silent and
rarely seen, as are the ears.

And the heart is mine and
this machine I can move at will.

And so we are one.
And so I am one of
all of us.
And I am mine.

And we thrive.