We occupy the silence
in those busy corridors
that lead nowhere.
Defenseless verses die,
tears fall and open
ditches withinside the already withered face.
In the mirrors there are overseas faces,
unknown,
that don't appearance us withinside the face.
The firmaments fall down
and depart us with out hope.
Even so, lifestyles is going on and we're broken,
The hours slip away
and Penelope has grown bored with waiting
swollen with sadness.
There isn't anyt any Ithaca to go back to,
there may be no country,
no lover to look ahead to us.
At this age there aren't anyt any surprises:
simplest the frustration of establishing our eyes
in an empty house.
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