Once, I saw a man standing by a lake,
Hands by his side, dipped in ache.
His alabaster glass skin glowed blue,
confusion and regret, a heart too true,
lit only by the full moon´s light.
He looked like a deadly wounded knight.
Around his head the nimbus of black hair,
like seaweed, floating in liquid air;
moved by unseen currents of wrath.
Small fish hid there, undulating plastic trash.
I cannot forget those eyes, white and cruelly blank.
like a carcass washed unto the riverbank…
A godlike face, innocent, then scalded by waves of time,
ripped by tides of passion, molded by crime:
laughing, weeping, screaming for atonement.
… I chose him as my opponent.
image from Animatrix (Peter Chung)