String Number Six

the insulation
of cable number six
can't always contain
the polarity or state
of its energy and
clandestine signal
leakage bleeds
into the other five
and it's not always
our past (or even our own)
memories that
trigger déjà vu

a combination
appendage and receiver
it stretches and
disappears into
the blue and black
of infinity's dark bundle
one thread
among the countless
in this leviathan orchestra

string number six
is not so much
a sense
as a hack
into the other five
from ago ahead
and another us
sparking us awake
through our
comfortable pillows
of dull interference

wordless current
flows through
our ghost conduit
de-constructed
raw crushed data
at its simplest
most divine core
colors touching
smells memories
pulses this linkage
between souls
stars earths