Tracing the contours of the room,
Eyes search for the edges of the room,
From the wrinkles on the walls
To the cracks in the floorboards,
Peace found in between these planes,
Vision blurs into a dream,
Searching for these wrinkled walls
And cracked floors,
Searching for the union between
These two planes,
Walls stretch on for miles,
Floor in the depths of a chasm,
Searching for this union,
To find peace between these two planes.
