The penumbra of gilded pretense
is this karma calling?i see my reflection in your eyesa glaring stranger in disguise,the swallowed token in a diner's jukebox.do you remember me?this lasting impression drifts,and here i am half accepting whoyou are. it's the piercing lore that ignites my developing doubt.where is the light?the duskiness fogs my receptorsand weariness waltzes with wonder.speak to me like you used to.meet me at ...