The Nothing upon You

I’m the ground on which you walk,
I’m the air from which you breathe,
I’m the rock on which you lean,
I’m the eyes with which you see,
I’m the mouth with which you eat,
I’m the mind with which you think,
I’m the dream in which you sleep;
I’m the turbulent blood flowing in your veins.
But I’m stepped on ground,
A heavy smoky air,
A mute rock,
Blind eyes,
A dried up mouth,
A confused mind,
A godforsaken dream.
I’m a river of blood circling in silence,
Awaiting the tearful sea.