Bound for the arctic reality,
I abandon the warmth
of my heavenly delusions
with eyes still as ice
and a tropical smile.
Beyond this body –
a frigid, judgmental world.
Within this body –
a warm, safe world.
Yet, my soul’s restless to escape.
Offering my open hand in vanity,
hoping to grasp the hand of any other,
who’s foreign to judgments.
Hallucinating the human touch,
no one is really there.








I see your tropical smile, dear Daniel, and I take the hand you reach out. I cultivate a kind of unicorn vision of this world that makes me stubbornly believe in the good core of every human being and in the possibility of a peaceful and non-judgmental world. You did a great job here!