Golden Wind Painting

You stand behind the wall, not quite here, but nowhere there. you stand and wait for unknown winds but you don't have to look anywhere just listen you are a vertical ocean of voids you are the particles, the distance between which is approaching infinity but somehow, you still are somehow you stand incomprehensibly and do not crumble into molecules and you can even touch the wall - warm, moist, strewn with starlight dust the sounds of outer space are right here, you don't even need to reach out your hands lift your head and keep your feet firmly on the ground, because open space begins right from your top - tens of millions of kilometers of the abyss, that thinks, intelligent emptiness look at it - it is you