Detail the frame around the canvas with details based on the following poem

Detail the frame around the canvas with details based on the following poem: In the trees I spare the roots and only see my parents—but barely see trees here. In the buildings, I only see the windows and am already in love with what they hide—and I only see Her. In the cars, I only see the shadow and these ghosts haunt me. On the sidewalks, I do not see the viable paths you saw when we were together. And yes, in my place, the home where I sleep, I no longer see you, I do not dream much. In my hand, I do not see yours and what I create is already unique. In these fingerprints, I only see the typing touching the world. That I only see another aimlessly the same first moment—and second, and second, and minute, and I pray, and hour, and delay, night falls, day, and it is without eternal human life, week, at my mercy, nothing is mine, month, without a master, semester, without a plan, year, year and a half, without a middle, only an instant... and quickly I descend to the decade. In decadence, I soon reach the decade, and so soon I am already twenty years old...

worst quality, low quality, bad anatomy, bad hands, bad body, missing fingers, extra digit, fewer digits