Impaired

All the fingers wait
raised, spread
and the flexes start
the bends
the creeps and crawls

The fruit laid before you
knife cuts
uncovers concealed
scents and flesh

The linen,
folded in crisp creases
your all-seeing eye
unwraps ruthlessly
one crumb grounded
in one corner
one drop of red

One snowflake carries
so many crystals
inifinitely perfect
They disappear
before you decide to dissect
they don't fear the sharp
but the time
it takes
to slice