A man.
Not aged, not at all.
In his prime, as they say.
The hands.
Left loose.
Not eager, ready or throbbing.
Not anymore.
The feet, heavy.
Dragging chains of inertia
Cast, piece by piece,
By deeds past, long dead,
Started in triumph, perhaps,
But dwindled into nothing.
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