Swimming with the waves
               Carried by the wind
                        dancing with the storm
            but crying from within.
Each clap the thunder makes,
     decides the route I take,   
          in this

                           vast




empty
         
                



                     Nowhere,

where I cannot make mistakes. NO--

I cannot make mistakes
I cannot turn around
                                     but even if I did
I would  hear the same old sound?.

the whispers of the wind,
the warnings of her rage,
Her breath holds mine, my life is hers,
in this
 
                                vast
 
empty

                               No?where courage -

                                               IS my shadow,

                               and relief are in my tears,

                               where Hope is not tomorrow       

                               nor   in those blistered years
                                          or ..  in my skillful hands,
                                          or     in my,  experiences

                                It is from where it came from,
                                HERE in this
                                                 




                                                 vast

                                       


                                            .nothingness.