a certain true man exists who
must look at his arms
to know they are there
must look at his legs
to know they are there--
a glance is not enough:
he says he has to reason it all
out before his limbs appear
& before he can use them;
and when he sleeps he as
a whole, he as a total
is completely gone fully &
he does not dream
as we do.
his mortal coil
shuffled off slowly
because of a birth
defect.
at night he is unborn,
dead.
in fits and starts his
body
left
as if on a train &
he at the station
