All that you know me is so nothing
without a trace.
What you know is so nothing
and the river.
You know
about me is so nothing,
all about me is ever a lost echo.
So all is not now
is a complete nothing,
ghost on the open air.
So all that you don’t know
about me is such a thing
on a sky with no borders.









Beautifully penned, PAR. I like both versions my friend, incredible write. Appreciate you.
Damian
❤😎
A sky with no borders is us traveling into space. Infinite. Great write PAR.
Traveling is doing poetry…