XXXV

he gathered the determination of being a man he put his boot and his belt, as tight as he can he flex his muscles as visible as it appears he put the being of him back behind he reflected himself in mirror, invisibly, and glares the job has to be done, anyway, dark or blind he stood and walked towards the mezzanine the half floors, the woman of his kind he raised his coller, he stood nearby brawler he took, towards her, a long stride he left all his undone past, his I, all denied the graffitti on his face the anticipationof her, in many ways the hopeless ray of light they want to raise the toggle desperation of life, they frays they put their mouth together they put off their souls, no further they conqurer their intentions all together they had it, all along, on way or rather