(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

And irreproachable

Untenable

Balance

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

And dust

Whispered around in notes of windfall.