I saw inscrutable
senses,
I saw how he pushed,
pushed them away,
I never saw it heaving back,
I saw him stealing,
stealing a particular
piece of enrage,
I saw his mansion
where he built,
built a powerful
vengeance,
he covered himself with,
with dusk and dawn,
he proofread himself
occasionally so,
he imbibed forest,
forest of shadows
and masks,
I saw he smashed,
smashed the only vase
I thought was worth saving,
I saw him being a human,
human his world wasn't for him.