Ewan Paterson Poems

Caught in the crush
of endless reflections,
admiral of an armada
of picaresque notions
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The full force of your passions
are a powerful pagan goddess.
White mare of Graves,
lover of horses.
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A cryptic antiquity snatched from importance
by the mercenary hands of ignorance,
you have been stolen from history.
Hid in vaulted jealousy
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As the light of the stars
starts from the time of dinosaurs.
Our nights must be bathed in
pre history
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Contorted to the stillness of an abstract statue
I spent hours countering the balance between
beauty and desire.
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Every so often,
for a fraction of
a second,
I feel the power
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Spare me from material disgrace.
Let me live like my mum and dad live.
A well fed suburban kid.
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I knew him like an ultra dilute aquasol.
I contained one part of his solid particle
across a generation beyond Avogadro's
number.An equation involving carbon
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He crawled the mountain
nose to rock
and at the pinnacle
viewed The Gulf of Difference.
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