I am a loner in the city crowd

Tunnel of faces passing me by

Just as my life, at the end of the road

Reaching but never approach

It’s my distance that makes you welcome

Flares in my eyes warm your deepest soul

Enlightened by the happy-ending-story you believed in.

My finger tips are cold.  You’ll never find out, never understand

I lived in a kingdom

No voice

No temperature

No space

No feeling

No destination

December 21, 2004

Brooklyn, NY