we're nothing here
dissolved
degraded
into primal impulses.
we're nothing
when water touches our bodies
we're merging down to
every single cell
until
the breathing is not
required anymore.
we're nothing
until nobody sees us.
the empty forelands
stretch as far as to the horizon
for miles and miles
filled just by trembling air.
we're nothing
and all the things we want to be
saint Elmo's fire
or green flare
the presage of forthcoming night.
we're walking straight
into the sunset
together with the sea.
we're nothing.
nothing
© Copyright: Донни Маклеод, 2016
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