I know nothing and nothing knows me
I come from nowhere and yet I am part of everything
Everywhere I look is something familiar
Something is tuning in the essence of time
Turning and churning familiarity
In the womb, like in a tomb
Always in need of something to swirl
Tears are carried in moments of time
Drops in the ocean of multitude
I have no home and no meaning
Yet I am needed in the fabric of creation
Glorified warrior on light
Victoria Odey 