The ninth offering from Ten Pages Press is now available: please enjoy Liminal by Tantra Bensko.
Enfolded
Quantumly speaking, the universe is like
A paper wad, unfolded now.
A corner folds down
Touches the other side.
What do we need, my son?
To live and die forever,
Forwards, backwards,
Angled up together
Like the clinking shinies
In your pocket,
Corners flapping loose.
You are everything
Spread out against the sky.
It’s corners fold to touch
Each other, points of contact made
Against things that had not
Rubbed up against each other
For trillion years.
And on some far extended
Pocket of the sky,
There is another you
Who’s touching now
Another me, as once they
Did when we were young,
So young we were indeed
Someone else.
And we feel them touch,
We feel some strains of light
Burst free, some love
Lit up, mysteriously,
Our eyes, which take on
Subtle differences of meaning,
And we fall
Into the sky’s enfoldment,
Growing brighter as we burn
More quickly, shinies
In the pocket of everything.
Your write beautiful poetry, Tantra. Thank you for making this available.