14-12-2025
Just when I think I understand,
I notice something unplanned.
Your stairs seem to lead up,
But still I am going low.
My frame of reference is not large enough,
to interpret what you are trying to show.
Quietly exposing the primary function of my brain.
Even though you are no more than a colored plane.
Your beauty is that I cannot comprehend,
the reality in which you live.
Yet my focus tries its best to attend,
to the experience you decided to give.