That the mission he is charged with
is life and a loving living on the sleeve.
 
That the nature of relinquishing some
vision for a sound in no way forfeits
his possibilities.
 
That he is longing to gather his likes,
and all who are so, among him, and
talk until even the dead commit a nod.
 
That more is found in his time than
founded. 
 
That he was born malformed with a mind
in his chest, mistaken, a heart in his skull.
 
That he is what he hurriedly is.