Particles of Space
from time to time
on those nights when space stares back
crowding deeply within me
I argue with starlight about us
about nothing in particular
precisely what matters least
we stray into our uncharted brokenness
the real meaning of she
in the galaxies
suspicious of my own secrets
I hide them from her
disguise them to be an old dog
performing new tricks
we go round and round
but the clutter of words smothers
a conversation choking in
the dust of
too many
vowels
JPPestana
Particles of Space
4.18.20222
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