stuck in the middle of nowhere
of which coordinates cannot unveil
and contained by boundaries
of the open sea that is space
shrouded by white temples
and the paintings that linger upon its supported walls
that blanket endless halls

we look to the future
unto the face of change
a visage with no name
never confessing it's chemistry
but it's sustained continuity
breathes life

so we are stuck
within the middle of nowhere
what touches our parameters
bleeding onto our coalescence
as itself
bounded in boundlessness