silent.

he's cold.

skin to the touch like ice.
soul locked away somewhere..

his hands are bricks wrapped
and coated
in metal visited from a planet beyond.



his eyes are sharp.
like the fine edges
of a shattered wine glass.



his skin isn't worthy of words.
for to try and give reason to that perfection.

might tear a hole in the universe of rationality.

he is without definition.
he is a man like never before.

thinking only of nothing.
his head filled with blissfully gentle air.

his heart.
 gears and oil..

time works around him.




he is
a being who birthed himself in the waters
of purity.


and all the while

all this method and calculation.

his energy,
his life,
his power.
is love.

uncontrollable
raging,
burning,
and unshakable
f*****g love.