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Double Slit Experiment
All things appear to be visible down here
My present, my love, my life-
The embodiment of self in perpetual motion.
But there's a sharp division, between the upward turning eye
The feelings binding meaning with flesh
The shadowed identity of intuitives absolute.
Sense and impression inhabit the same illusion,
All bordered by the tempered limits of logic
Like a watcher, anchored high above the worlds restraints.
But only between words does reality happen.
poem
by
Patti Masterman
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