Nothing

I’m nothing.
I have nothing
Only because
I see nothing.

This sorrow
Isn’t mine to give.
If I want it,
I become it
By reflection alone.

But otherwise
I stand firm
On apparitional feet
When speaking of
Voicelessness
Nothing.

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