I get up because it is time to get
Up. I stumble into clothes not my
Own and not someone else's. I try
To dress by watching me dress, set
About my morning by witnessing me
Move down the hall and into a chair
Where I see a body relax into fair
Semblance of what a man is who can see
Himself by closing his eyes and looking
Within to understand himself without. Yes,
I know where he is. I would know who he is too.
And I would by asking who he is and who
Is this typing this and guess
And more than guess, know, and know by knowing.
deva veerendra (relee)
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