My feet. My cane. The floor.

They assist me to my destination, during COVID that’s been mainly to the doctor.

They carry my tangled body step by step.

They express my creative expression.

They are the patterns and mandalas we see in every day life.

They are/also carry my/their own patterns of art.

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