Poet

 

I’m nowhere

to your nothing

 

hidden in this place

of shifting:

 

rooks  hieroglyph

over winter land

 

mud is all we own

to slip through.

 

‘’Razor blades’’

they cried

 

but you made

it through

 

more alive

than any.

 

I’m nowhere

to your nothing

 

ghost voice

reluctant prophet

 

falling into

endless grace.

 

I’m nowhere

to your nothing

 

a slip of time

forever change

 

I’m nowhere.

 

 

 

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