EpiTantriChord

EpiTantriChord

I am a Poet of the

Cosmic chord -- I say, “luz”,

Maja calls it, “love”.

Perception and digital signals, dials us up

one by one.

We are here; empty.

Come and fill us up,

just don’t feel us up; we’re tired

of being used,

tired of being consumed.

Trash bag over our young and we don’t even want to look

to see its face. An atrocity.

A lone 93-year-old man who’s loved so,

as to sacrifice decades of his life for a cause of millions...

and here he makes breath

for only few to ever see.

Broken chord.

Chain-link to every human’s ghost.

A known unknowing of our eternity.

Jessica M. Wilson