Patti Masterman Poems

No two ever exactly alike, that refinement on spatial infinity,
The stained glass pharaohs of being. Revealed with each
Slight shift of the observer, another hitherto unseen,
Divine intervention of pure and brilliant hues, expertly placed;
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Why is it I should feel fenced in by you?
I can walk as far as the four compass points of my own soul,
To the very edges of my comprehension and self-knowledge, as I dare.
Can swim in the deep or shallow waters, to my own comfort level.
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I sit surrounded by the carnage of the day’s efforts:
Words dismembered, metaphors bled dry.
I flap my wings in discomfiture at each glaring new
Example of mechanical fallowness;
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Someday I will be beautiful,
A menace to none;
Undisturbing the vacuum
Of the body undone.
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The nearness of your breath
And the look in your eyes
Will slay me some day.
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While you can still manage it,
Breathe deeply of delicate life which
Condenses years into memories;
Life, an antique music box, where only the high points
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I knew there was something different when I first noticed him-
The man was walking tentatively down the hospital corridor,
Declining to use the railing; but beaming as he went along.
He had that look of a child fresh from his birthday party, or a new father,
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Death has always eaten the same meal
At the same table, in that exclusive restaurant
Before I get there; hungry, misinformed
He has always left with the prize
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Portraits of the dead
On the shelves and tables
Dead people smiling at me:
Inhabiting lost days and fables.
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In the holographic world, thoughts can fly
From brain to brain; no reason why
Synchronicity is the rule-
Coincidence? don't be a fool.
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