You’ll know him
By his seemingly all-knowing glare
By his flaws and nicks
How he sways day to day
Barely clinging

You’ll know him
By the same worn garbs
All drab, conformed
To the faults of his frame

You know him
Just barely
By a feeble thread

Till he dissolves
Into a pool
Of his sheltered desires

You’ll know him in full
Once the earth’s ripped away
From beneath
His hope-harboring stride