" If You had to surrender one of your senses, which would it be"

First I would take your smile,
and make it the worlds circumference.

Then in your limestone hands,
I would cradle earthquakes and purify balence.

Your feet would become hills of the world,
reaching air and descending upon admiration

Your eyes the botany, become the breeze.

On your chest rests an ocean, a river, a lake.
Your ears the bridges,
connect internal reality to external disguise.