Sunday, July 30, 2017

I keep reading this.

I keep reading this.

Later I come
back and read it
more. And with
never a thing

I can meaningfully
add. It is

strange and frustrating to
me, given how
the image shocks like a
deja vu, like
a recurring,
but always straightaway awake-and-fade
dream. I

know I never actually had
this dream.

Deja vu
is a memory-sensory malfunction. It is not
a combination of precognition and amnesia.

I'm afraid, in the falsely-recovered memory of this place.

Yet deeper than the memory, I know that
in the dream, I am not afraid. Never

afraid. My waking mind

knows it's all just tricks
of brain-lightning. I insist
I've never been there. I insist
I won't go back. The former

is just fact. The latter

is (I think) what scares me.
at

2 comments:

  1. dogimoAugust 1, 2017 at 6:03 AM

    OOPS.

    This was already a poem. I work from drafts, a lot of the time - paste a text source into a draft for later, pending development into a poem.

    Looks like the other was a collage poem take on the source material. I like how this version turned out, though, so I'm keeping both and adding "REV" to the labels.

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  2. dogimoAugust 1, 2017 at 6:04 AM

    Earlier version:

    http://apocketfulofpoesy.blogspot.com/2013/07/a-crisis-of-infinite-earths-recurs.html

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