(music: "A model of the universe" - by Johan Johansson)
A blank page is full in its modesty of unreflection
Emptiness though meant to be grasped
Is just an error lost to transition
To the observer of time
To the onlooker of dust
To the catcher of thoughts
Forgotten in absence
Mistaken in loss
Present in a being so flawless
Just the mad ones can feel it
Yet unshakably turned toward the horizon
That one which humbly follows the follower
In its beauty of perfect distance
In a beauty so simple
Unnoticeable it is
A palette of shadowy emptiness
Like raindrops on a laketop
Serene for the depths untouched
Painful for the surface of wave-like movement
Whispered around in notes of windfall.
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