Nothing

You are nothing
but sentences in a poem
words dug out
from graves.

You are nothing
but a few lines
late in the night
that any day
will blot out.

You are nothing
but stanzas
in the dark
that
no one reads.

Tomorrow in the Sunlight
the words
will be erased
your name
will vanish
you will be
no more.

Tomorrow,
I create a new language
tomorrow,
you are
something
of the past...