Deja Vu

I spent my youth hallucinating
in the hollow burrow of the groundhog
Looking at the world with the eyes of a Van Gogh
My body writhing like a caterpillar in its chrysalis dome.
Deja vu
A shores made of Persian mats
Floating purple Buddha,
moonlight hats.
Wrinkle around my eyes
a straw man die
I’m water I’m fire
ruins screaming silence
A lullaby sang for the whore
High and low

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Dr Hitesh Sheth 02 November 2013

Deja vu, Deja entendu and Deja pense.

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