How distance will be formed in its temporality as a cold mass

 How distance will be formed in its temporality as a defenseless cold mass and wandering younger brother of the brokenness of burned pain, you say eyes of yesterday's sorrow, the forehead smooth and flat on itself turned as a visible screen of the icy face fixed in its denunciation of the threat of the “phantasma” in the circuit of which the threatening object approaches and moves away, feigning its fall, going down the diagonal alone as towards the front side, falling to separate two letters of truth from the cause empty of imaginary content