Deja Vu


I’ve walked this way before
Was it yesterday or the day before?
Was it me or someone else
This sense of déjà vu
I stepped into a creek
One foot in and one foot out
I changed feet
It was another creek
I had a sense of being there
When I was here
Transported in time’s fissure
Of déjà vu
Perhaps time grown tired
Of advancing
Had looped upon itself
Master illusionist of déjà vu
In the frisson of a moment
A quiver of a second
Time warped
And left me in a quandary
Of déjà vu

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