The Ghost Of All That's Holy Poem by Patti Masterman

who dies forever/
who sighs without reason/
not who we are- but who we are to be/

endless questions nobody answers/
the sophistry of modern humans is amazing/
laying claim to nothing but airwaves/
electrical impressions/
radar-accentuated gleanings/

our being Morse code, inevitably/
beneath objective senses perception/
attracts us to the infinite perceptible/

angel wings crossing the brain/
the ark under cover the darkness/
where none can go, but being lives/

in clouded realms of mystery/
we look for the light of being/
rejecting of the obvious/
our living breath's proclivity/