A well insulated heart!

Lost in the chasm of his songs,
he held me near,
Insulated all along,
Integrated to his song.

I could see the wires,
over two thousand per meter square.
Fencing his face, his hands, his soul,
His lungs, his mouth, his all…

His repressed intellect, impressed in smoke,
His nervous toes, bitten fingers, dissolved layers while he spoke,
The wrinkles of his humour, his impaired hope,
Soon, he, with his insanity, would be fishing out of scope.

I could’ve wished for more ignorance,
More delusions of knowing him, more unwired moments,
But, I guess, I swallowed pieces of ice long ago,
Cold speech, frozen heart, what would I know!

So, lost in the chasm of his song,
I held him near,
Insulated all along,
Integrated to his song.