on this island of no trust. a shimmering mirage of light. he seeks not to be seem by anyone. m=nails are making harsh sounds on winter. bending cold light a bow. a rainbow to run on. to escape their disbelief. he swimmed all the way to Iceland. all the way like a real man. all you crystal clear blue eyes. all you icemen wearing swimsuits. dragging someone downtown. this island is now moving. like music for a movie made in spring. singing.