We have not come here by will, nor for one & only time.
Each life laps the next. Over, over, the same loop.
A bit off each time, each a bit more than the last.
Like a round trip past the sun.
I find my way into your path.
I find my way back; here,
and now:
All we have,
all we are,
& have been.
About the Creator
J
I will not say: do not weep; for not all tears are an evil
Off the Book
It ended like every other stupid idea. Badly, and alone. I’m researching digital confession ethics, he said. A tech ethicist. He gestured at floating data I couldn’t see then pulled out a physical notebook. Actual paper, fountain pen. He held it up like he was showing me scripture.
By Nicky Frankly6 days ago in Fiction
Comments (3)
The poem is very well-written. The poet's use of language is exquisite, and the poem is full of beautiful imagery."
I so very much believe in deja vu. I use it a lot. I adore this poem. What goes around comes around, I was here before, I get snatches of when I was a witch. I want to be a witxh again. See u next time around.
Ooh, what a fun form your poem takes, I like how it matches the art. Very clever! Gorgeous poem. I love the idea of love finding its path to the same people throughout lifetimes. Fated love. Just beautiful.