Naustá

I'm too distant
And too close to chaos
A moving logic gate
Make me go
To the far out
To even out
Balance out

Where does it come from

The wish?
Is it the resemblance to myself
I think we think alike
Or is it how dissimilar you are
The arctic sounds
Unparalleled
Newborn ground
You're the world's last land
Where the water flows into void