Deja vu Again

A slumbering mind drifting in time, far out on the Ithacan shores, Striving to sleep while trying to seek another pristine, poetic door. With words of wonder, praying for plunder deep down in the cell’s domains, Like Jonah in a whale, a humpback’s tail or looking out from a drop of rain. Where insanity ensues the better of you and the pounding goes on and on Like the drumbeat of a thousand drums beating out a brand-new song. Tossing and turning, yawning and yearning for the perfect rhythm and rhyme, Feeling defeated but not near retreated, seeking the soul of Devine. While the muses fly in like sweet seraphim and you swear you can see the wings rise Around in your head where you know you are led on a transcendental ride. As the heart beats measured grasping for treasure you know is buried down deep In the sands of time inside your mind still waiting for the soul to sleep. And on it continues like a river you’ve been through: Deja vu again, Nothing to do now but pray somehow, for this dreamscape never to end. © Terrell Martin, 01/09/2025