Somewhere Too Far To Follow - Poem by Patti Masterman
I paint with bricks the highest causal shining
Down the corridor toward wayward stars,
Cacophony the dialect of gods
Which we all speak, even in the farthest touch.
Though melody's the nearest path to heaven,
And reverie's the way to float on air,
To sail the blue above, below's same method:
Be certain that your ghost is hovering there.
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