A Galaxy Of One Poem by Patti Masterman

Could be that the true soul
Is stretched tautly thin
Throughout the hidden world-
Thinner than a quark crepe,
Floating atop quark soup
Absorbing and processing
The very things
Which engineer our reveries
What if we could experience
Every possible lifetime
That imagination might fancy
From birth to death; to live, to love,
To fling ourselves into
Every conceivable venue
With only a touch of deja-vu
Now and then, to betray it-
The beady darkness teems
With myriad uncharted voyages
From you, the single port of entrance
For the legion of intrepid children souls:
Wanderers breathed into life
By one travellers existence.