"Speaking of Deja Vu..."
"Speaking of Deja Vu..."
“The funny thing about déjà vu is that you don’t know until you’re there again in it.
But how can you be there again if you were never there to begin with it?”
“What’s that you say? Come again about that oak tree?
As we sit here, I think I was once before noticed beneath.”
“For sure I am a dreamer, seeing far and wide through day and night scenes.
But it seems to me that these realistic copies are a bit more than eerie pipe dreams.”
“Something should happen here, I don’t know why but I feel it strong.
I know this sky. I’ve smelled this scent. I’ve seen those leaves. It won’t be long.”
“Right between, asleep and awake I think it lies.
But I can’t figure why, what happens in my unconscious state, appears before my eyes.”
“I know the feeling of this grass that I sit upon peering.
Was it last year or the year before that I was a visitor of this one-tree clearing?”
“One might say that we undergo enlightenment while we slumber away.
Then we forget it, until it happens again, like saving it for another day.”
“That house off in the distance, what does it mean to me really?
Did I live in it before, or play near it, why won’t it come to me clearly?”
“I don’t really know, to tell the truth I’m only stating speculation,
I wonder if, it does exist, through some deep form of meditation.”
“What did I do here? It’s so strange I feel a connection.
But why it is in fact that I feel that...escapes my recollection.”
“These views of mine have all come to pass through random ponderings.
I’m not really authorized to tell you lies, and give definitions of its conjuring.”
“THAT’S IT!!!! I know it now. This place is from a picture that I have seen.
Inside of my head, I know its ins and outs so I must have travelled through a dream.”
“I thought it so, how else could you draw the vivid pictures that you drew?
Especially of a place you couldn’t figure out how you knew.”
“My apologies, I was day dreaming again. I must not have added anything new.
I rambled on about the scene and this tree we sit under, must not be a big help to you.”
“Don’t fret and don’t bother, you’re no bother. I had to let the events play and pursue.
We’ve been having this conversation for the past seven days, and I saved the last time…
For Déjà vu.”
© 2008-2009 Malik Peterson. All Rights Reserved.
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