chilling distance and a visceral memory of warmer summer(s)
as many other seasons that had gone cold in the dimness of low light coming
or is it the clearness now of the telling signals that make it cold all at once
and so very fuzzy - his sleepless night and his telling pantomime
re-assured by the forever truth moments
its that false "truth in nature" or rather, those false "perceptual moments"
those forever sentence-less minutes that seemed real - seemed nice
those (fucking) forever eyes and of course those truth-full limitations
chilling distance and a visceral memory of this colder summer
with the dimness of low light going and the seasons coming in with the cold
