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

I've seen a sunset shed rain
though blurry
beauty still escaped
through iridescence it fled
and as I turned away
a flood made of both liquid and light
drowned my perception of touch and sight

there's down within the walls
quiet in space
a mirror to the dying sun
blindly gasping before all has fallen

there's down within the walls
quilted with wilted hollowness
and shivers dance without sound
without windows it has only grown

there's down within the walls
and all stays for keepsake
no entrance and no escape
gravity has risen

emptiness clung to the down
and reverberated within confinement
in search, but still knowing it's only destination

he said we were not the center
you all thought otherwise
with double sided mirrors clasped by your sides

he said we were not the center
you all said otherwise
with your heads fallen off of your shoulders into the palms of your own demise

he said we were not the center
you all swore otherwise
screaming with face paint and weapons
what did you say and why?

"I am the center"
"we are the center"
self proclaimed banter

looking into double sided mirrors
with heads in hands
let the weapons and paint do the talking

ego takes the center
with gravity
the lost revolve