“Don’t I know you from somewhere?”
The question sticks in my mouth
like sultry dough that
refuses to be licked from my lips.
Life is a game of chances
played in (blind T)error
a dice cast in dismay-motion.
Now and then,
a recognition comes un-bidden
shivers of might-have-been,
an instinctual truth,
déja su.
“Don’t I know you from somewhere?”
In the night of what I was,
in the shadow of all that I have ever been,
mayhap a moment when I shall yet have come to be:
wo es war soll Ich werden.
Yes, I know you;
just as you know me;
all the seed, breed and generations of me:
A test, a tube, a vial, a graph
one read, one blew,
all clear.
Until we meet again.
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