What is my dream?
I will tell you my dream:

I dream I can take out my eyes
Scrub them hard and pop them back in,
Layers of history and evolution scraped,
So that finally I can see
Everyone, as their own balls of glory–

No one is shape, no one is color
No one is sex, no one is sin
We are all just flows of the infinite
Energy, gliding and ebbing among us,
Afraid of nothing, timelessly free