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