The Down-Trodden Sense

His knowledge catches fire. A flame, a burning ache, spreads from the scalp to the sole of his mind. Later, he finds that flame dead in his distant daughter’s wound. If he tells it aloud, people will call him mad. Feelings are sometimes synchronized in the track of telepathy. His mind receives signals again. His call surprises his spouse beyond the sea the moment she muses about him. Cells of souls merge together, sharing the distant pangs and joys. Mind has been linked with extension cords. It burns with the power of deepest love. There’s a down-trodden sense, waging within for recognition. First published in Scarlet Leaf Review, Canada.