silent.A Poem by alan khan
skin to the touch like ice.
soul locked away somewhere..
his hands are bricks wrapped
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.
gears and oil..
time works around him.
a being who birthed himself in the waters
and all the while
all this method and calculation.
© 2010 alan khan
Added on December 2, 2010
Last Updated on December 2, 2010