How pastiche!
Fetching after ourselves
Like we do when it hurts to remember
And also when it hurts to let go
Holding on at both ends
Maintaining the broken soul
Patching the holes
Only becomes remarkable
After you’ve been doing it
On your own for sometime
Creating our own mysteries
Hiding things from ourselves
Resonating with independent
Thoughts preparing for death
In ways that we actually cannot
Hair stands up on the back of
Your neck to warn you
An end is coming with
Coffee or no coffee
It’s out of your control
Ants march on
Some of them die
Others return
Is it an exchange of another
Soulhouse where the
Reincarnation keeps repeating itself?
How does the army
Keep going headstrong
Or headstone one way
Or the other we meet the
Meaning of both at some point
A copy of ourselves
Next timeline déjà vu
© GÄ
Poétique 