flatness spoken as flattery

There is a certain flatness here
From the three vacancies
The shadow of what spilled, or its afterimage
that slipping, that falling
A random flatness is remembered
Four branches,
Straight lines repetition
The surface smiles at you and says, four is enough
In any case, one more thing is missing
Even if it is two or five…
What is flatness?
Isn’t it constantly unfulfilled?
Always lacking balance
Repeating lost as order
It is us
Perhaps it is lack in something as it is
And then it is resurrected
Again vacancy
Possibly, existence, itself is a lost one