The Brain Hole
Not Summer | Max Sargent | Poetry
Not Summer
The light’s gone cold
how does it do that?
when shadows stop looking refreshing
and start -
- dark
shadows with a grey-blue personality
shadows like spectres
and the plants stoop beneath the weight of their own heads
this is when the light looks cold.
you can’t wake up when the light looks
like this
, not really
can’t see
world behind a window
experience like a deep description
but really, no phenomenal experience
not when the light looks cold.