Plucked from a Crowd

A lock.
About the lock, a circle
About the circle, a box
About the box, a man – yet not a man
Male, yet feminine
Almost like an angel, I expect him to grow wings
A form like water droplets that get too close
Clear eyes, but blurry shape
Blue in sense, but not in color
Altogether undefined
The man defined by the box
The box defined by the circle
The circle defined by the lock
The lock alone itself defined.
A key that was, but is no more