Relying On the Next Reader's Translation

off the top of my head i begin to notice some things and some previous times and some abandoned places the odd mixture of dirt and snow and how it appeals to the naked eye and then naked skin frightened by warm autumn nights and then autumn nights that can no longer stretch out into my long suffering winters previous times where i could lay perpendicular to the sun and it rises tranquil watching these diamonds and pearls glisten abandonment glistened hearing these treasures listen and the universe listened, while i stay here ranting on and on and on and on..