Bare in Mind
A poem by Anna Atsu
Déjà-vu appearances, familiar and near,
Moments repeating, so unclear.
Are they mine, do they belong?
In whose memory, where do they throng?
…
A face in the crowd, a song in the air,
Déjà-vu's drive, personal bear.
Where did I hear it, where did I see?
Lost in time's trade, where do they flee?
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Déjà-vu's riddle, simple and plain,
Was it you who said that? Blame?
Mine or yours, who's to decree?
In the flow of memory, where do we flee?
