Patti Masterman Poems

Loving voices die-
but first they dwindle
to a whisper;
The fragile throats
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Spilled a dropp of aromatic cedar oil
Upon the worn out leather of my shoe
On that graceful day, I walked upon
The most fragrant, incensed sole
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I've set 'Somewhere over the Rainbow'
On auto-play for one thousand times
As my last badly planned escape.
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Sleep in dreams:
Raw found data, of what it seemed
Deaf voices, carrying sound
As we ripped out all the seams.
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Water me down, water me down; tread me under-
For life's too long, the precious things get sundered;
Take me someplace safe, where we'll find the way,
Where there's no difference, between night and day.
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Last night in furtive dream
Wheels turned and cogs smashed together
Out of anyone's control;
All those that I once loved
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We thrust and parry
Then step aside for the occasional respite-
This complex minuet we're born to
This waltzing with weapons drawn
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My soul, into granite
Into quartz; into feldspar-
The flesh world can't hold
My roving mind, bold
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Children's faces I see no longer
Voices of those vanished long ago
Scenes and places now dismembered-
In the subconscious vaults below.
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Our shadows are whispering secrets to each other
They refuse to go to sleep, and stay up all hours
Whispering and laughing like children in the dark
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