stare of steampunk Max

such an intense brown-eyed stare from a young guy steampunk max, I supposed, from his loud sigh I had heard of him, and his dangerous all-knowing eyes His gears, coppers and whistles were not a surprise He gave me a look of dismissal and brevity too I wondered if he had heard of me, but had no clue in an instant, he was gone, but I remember his stare so intense, it lingered for a long time in the autumn air