Simulacrum Poem by Patti Masterman

The stormy petrel scans the blue waters
In the depths a starfish hunts its mate
Mermaid dozes in watery caverns
Dreaming the seahorse chases her-
Each one aware only of his own part
In a world subtracted from the larger reality:
All are sovereign inhabitants of my bracelet,
Unperturbed by anything outside
They live in metallic orbits
In their minute world, I am god;
Rumored to exist but too vast to be seen
Surrounding them in every direction
There is no place where I am not.