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