Every detachment is a form of attachment

Shout out to a pervasively lonely astronaut
That floats on a raft through plain vanilla breeze
Your lackluster, soft zooming
Spacing in and out of caged lack of satisfaction
Yet to be found, those directions are
Drift away from energy
Paddle away from riling up in tangling seashore
Never reaching the land - but caught afloat in a tsunami fog
It's okay if that's what it's all about
There's a space station at your feet
And even the Cold Boomerang Nebula has their own temperature
Intra-oceanic submarines with lots of blanket octopuses you could watch passing by
Being nothing is being something itself
It's nothing, it's everything
Sometimes there's a spark and even if it doesn't last - it might burn down to ashes all the suffocating feelings passing by