The unmade man
Tue, 29 Sep 2009 at 01:41am
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Do you see the un made man before me?
His ears that have no sound,
His eyes without lashes,
Fingers without nails.
Of witch do you gaze upon him?
His sallow skin worn and weak
But new like a babys,
Eyes with misery brimming like tears
But with enough strength to command the ocean
What do you notice of this man?
His timid touch, gentle and full of love,
Or his vacant gaze that could rival a army of its passion.
His unkempt hair beautiful in the wind,
His powerful stride, hiccuped with the slightest hesitation.
What do you see in this man?
His chest of not a single hair,
Or the wisdom and playful things that dance with his thoughts,
The mouth of silence, that only speaks words that mean nothing.
This unknown, unmade man fueled like a steam train, with the
Tranquility of a leaf
Or a stormy cloud, strong dark but,
It can also be blown away sofly with the wind
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