I feel like all the he... phrases are what give the poem its particular peculiar tone. Trevor's comment inspired me go back through the poem and record them in sequence:
he turns...he is invited...he continues...he realizes...he will never become...he knows...he will be birthed...he is and nothing more...he can see...he can touch...he cannot remove...he accepts...he begins.
There is something about the repetition of that structure that provides an almost shocking precision to the poem, an earnestness of purpose that has no time for ornament or narrative complication, a stripping away of all but the central trajectory of being: the poem as an arrow shot straight through the core of existence.
Nemo
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