III

broke my fingers in my sleep in quite

a crack that bound my toes as well,

all in case I might move at all

in wrong directions. some

divergences.

--pause-

wait?

appendages move only

on the mind's accord. . .but:

but who taught that mind

at all?

where did it

learn the motions,

and how did-

did it teach

itself

to send the message

past my heart

straight

to the beings-

those creatures

on the ends of

my legs and arms?

Am I not

one?

Or am I

really

that div

i

ded

?

I be yet

a myriad of colors

and a

community of

such creatures.