Erica Borges - In Space

The space around me,
Is much larger than the space I occupy
The escape from one to another,
Leaves nothing significant behind
Just space...
Eyes that travel through
Hands that touch the blue
Mouth that tastes the fruit
Hear none in silent space...
In contaminated quietude...
Where blowing curtains try to soothe,
The hostility of truth.

7/17/12

Erica Borges

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