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.
Victoria Mosley 