NaPoWriMo # 13 Riddle-me-ree

Soul Song


Holograph am I

composition of photons

empty space and whatever notes

float between planets. Listen

more closely than ear can hear –faint hum—

electron currents spin

intricate interlocking webs

visible in four dimensions

ethereal as ghosts; reach

into the heart of me

find nothing to possess, acquire,

seize or grasp. Only emptiness

abides herein

and love.



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