The waters, mirrors of isolation—a pause in existence, not dwelling but stepping back from dwellings.
In this unceasing bath, reflection falters; deeper inquiries dissolve as steam departed—a cycle of breathe and belief.
Yet imagine, a bathtub not of hygiene but of horizon—each drop elongating the boundary, embracing infinity amidst finitude.
Between thoughts; peace is always altered, call the abyss sweet name, Casper perhaps—entities of unknowable continuation.