Deja vu

We were there in another time
The old brick walls with moss
Flower creeper in a crack sired

By the bird’s chance dropping
And the terribly busy ant-lines
Crawling like they were fate’s

Calligraphy on our foreheads
Across our skull-plates, where
Stories are writ to repetition.

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