The space around me, <br />Is much larger than the space I occupy <br />The escape from one to another, <br />Leaves nothing significant behind <br />Just space... <br />Eyes that travel through <br />Hands that touch the blue <br />Mouth that tastes the fruit <br />Hear none in silent space... <br />In contaminated quietude... <br />Where blowing curtains try to soothe, <br />The hostility of truth. <br /> <br />7/17/12<br /><br />Erica Borges<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-space-3/
