The Vanishing Act

In the end of time there was a man who could not see his hands
They were there before him and he could feel what they touched
But it was so that he could not see them
He could see everything else, for he was not blind
Just not what it was his hands were doing
If ever he felt the weight of an object in his hands
He could bring it up to where his eyes would have seen
Yet there was only the thing there before him
No such luck with seeing what it was he held
It was as though it was suspended there that his arm ended
And an invisible force held out a ball, or a rock or a fork
There was no rhyming to why he could not find his appendages
Then it happened one day that he could not see his feet
Then his arms, and then his legs
Till all that he could see was the rims of his glasses
Even when looking into a mirror
When time ended so did his purpose
and soon that would vanish as well.