NEW WRITING:

He stakes out his intentions, stakes out his claim from the start. He has old blood stains on his hands, and his feet are long-time beaten and twisted. His mission has always been to allow you to go around him, to always allows you to go over and under him, he will even let you drive right through him - like a runaway school bus on leaps of fire. But he will never allow you to ignore him, never allow you to pretend that you haven't seen him, that he doesn't register, that he is the big unseen vacuum. His face can launch a million shifting, scattered souls, his face can eviscerate your expectant lifestory, can boil away your half-formed dreams. His is the face that can extinguish your: "I know who I am, and I'm fine with it". He makes no false claims, he makes no false intentions. He has the old leather wings of a beaten up angel - and he is yours for keeps.