Nor Width Or Depth Of It

You can not define my man-ness. No height... Nor width or depth of it! You may observe, A stress perhaps projected. The feelings felt... None like me have dealt with. I am not part of a collective drone... Buzzing in a hive as if a clone! You may believe, You know my needs. Perceived from observances... Randomly received. Inside am I alone with thought. In this shell to me God has brought. A manhood of an expression. To live and to give... Without delivery of confession. To perform is my deed. The reason of my profession.