The Smiling Man

Where does he hail from?
This I wonder as I look upon
The face of the smiling man
With eyes so sad that cannot be undone

His mouth faces up but it is a lie
For I know it faces down all the time
His composure is a subtle defense
To all those who know not his nonsense

Where and when does this man live?
Not not, not then, not ever
Maybe in the books he reads
Maybe in his mind, maybe nowhere
Forced to live outside of time

This I tell you of the smiling man
Who could not tell you himself
Because he cannot speak or feel
Caused by years of living outside of time

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