Wheatland Poems

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.