Gazing into at out of
This
It is
lost
Already
I am
Lost
In this
Seems like depth
Seems like a pattern
But it has no coordinates
No lines, no edges
Recognizing the unknown
Nothing more
It cannot
grasp
Be
Grasped
Become
Is it?
Life, art and mystery between abyss and bliss
Gazing into at out of
This
It is
lost
Already
I am
Lost
In this
Seems like depth
Seems like a pattern
But it has no coordinates
No lines, no edges
Recognizing the unknown
Nothing more
It cannot
grasp
Be
Grasped
Become
Is it?