Hurrah Torpedo

[Sepia]

Here is there heart of summer, an idea yearned for as winter crawls into our lands like a fine mist, covering everything in a blanket, previous summers a haze, violent memories of youth cascading through these minds of ours, how far death was from our minds then, how much closer it is now, the summer is still the same, the same taste, feel and smell- the crude reminder of death every season, so far away but when we see the beauty of the sunrise and feel the warmth of a woman or man, we feel as summer itself, soon passing

As summer is, we feel the warm connections of old friends, people that were dead until recently, people who were known in a different life, in a different light, folks we never saw- only as memories or broken people, repeating the same lines in the same places they always were in, frozen, their only evolution us, our perspectives and minds warping through the ages, growing older and younger as we remember only the summer, seen from a pint of beer and a shot, in our heads it is the same beer and the same shot and like a system only changes by the replacement of cogs so do we displaced

placed in time and space, four-dimensional objects casting three-dimensional shadows and we feel like shadows as we glide through without friction, everything is silvery and mercurial and for once in our lives, a river is us, running between fingers and we meet our brethren the sand, this is our slithering time in these dunes of skin, dying deserts, oases filled with dandruff and bad habits ignored when the sun sits highest, shining down on us oh father god with your gaze, changing us

like we changed when we hopped in the car or went on the bus or sailed down here, the knowing of what we knew would and what might, like we'll change when we return but it'll go slower unless we're burnt out on the happiness and joy we find here underneath the setting sun, winter is coming, but the faces are familiar, we are all washed in the same orange haze, we are all men under gods sun, we are all holy people for a while and while we remember our differences we set them aside now and this is our worship, this is the pagan in us waking without knowing and we greet our fellow brethren, closer than they ever were, closer than us

We twitch as the hours wane as the days go by, death is moving closer and we know that our lives will only be different, will be normal again but we'd rather stay here in the light, we'd rather forget the other life and live in twilight's limbo