jueves, 27 de septiembre de 2012

Viaje


I am alone
In the crowd
One of many
I stand singular

I stare far away
A woman’s back presses into me,
A man’s shoulder blade,
I am surrounded by limbs
And smells
And sounds

But what are these?
They vanish into air.

I disappear
I am not here
I hide within these forms
They allow my absence
I look out at you
But do you look back?
I draw within
I am gone.

Rosie Mullan

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