He is a sculpture split in two
He whom is known
A Mind shaped with historical intellect bound by faith
A Face made of concrete polished with grace
A Mouth that breaths callous yet sings warm passion
A heart that showers a love so sound..
The strength of the sculpture begins to crack
A mind full of memories-knowledge-life’s connections emit out
In his eyes an anguish of fear and confusion speak volumes
For now his words are lost
In the jungle of synapse
To he who is unknown...