The Civilised II.

Matter seen and unseen, but always within our reach. A wandering pilgrim accompanying a blind friend through the dangers of morning light to the density of the western glow. An azure scent that opens an icy heart and wraps it in the velvet of wakefulness. A chirping under the gutter that lays bare a truth deeper than a girl's eyes. And no no no, we do not want to hear it, but it is already too late. Such is matter and such are we. The matter of the whole.