Deja~vu
By Paul L. Glaze
The Far Side Of Forever,
Beyond Our Repose
A Back Side Of Never Ever,
Close As The End Of Your Nose
No One Will Mention
This Secret In Verbal Hark.
This Isn't Our Dimension,
An Answer, We Will Embark.
We May Revisit Our Dimension,
Shrouded As In A Dream.
When We Give It Attention,
Confusion Enters Our Scheme.
Our Mind Has Barriers
And There They Will Remain
To Restrict Our Psychic Carriers,
Holding Them Inane.
This Strict Law, Though Hidden,
Is Devoid Of Social Vanity
Makes This Knowledge Forbidden,
As To Protect Our Sanity.
We All Possess Psychic Powers
Born Deep Within.
There Are Unique Special Hours
We Send Them Out Again.
Dreams We Have At Night,
Dreams We Retain Not An Ember
Our Spirits Take Astral Flight
And Return From Never Remember
As We Awake Each Morn,
Secret Dreams We Try To Recall.
To Give Them Memory Form,
Our Recall Is Not At All.
Herein Are Our Psychic Breaks,
With Dreams They Intertwine.
Drowsy Dreamers Give And Takes,
Recall Is To Fine Of A Line
This Creates Deja~vu,
We Have Done This Deed Before.
Knowing Not How, When,
Or Who, Cold Shivers We Implore.
Our Spirit Frees And Sees An Event,
It May Be Trivial Or Small.
Then When Our Journey Is Spent,
We Recall It Not At All.
This Deja~vu Side Of Forever,
Where Past And Futures Meet.
Our Psychic Is So Clever
As It Hides This
Magnificent Feat !
