I Am Not a Nihilist, But I'M Getting There
I am from solemn, vagrant, forgotten; from paper and cloth.
I am from the Wheatland.
A derelict gerdner, no longer tending the bud.
I am from Nietzsche and Jaspers,
from Mother and Father and Daughter.
From nonsensical and ecoteric voice and curiostiy;
The questions unanswered.
I am from no where, wheat and rye.
From the past; the scent and the soft hum dissapating into the never ending ether.
I am from no where.
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