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Deja Vu Babel In Flower
I've seen that face, I see in crowd
I know that new place, on arrival
I've felt all this familiarity
I know, I know this being
has all been there before.
Past lives, past sense,
past tense, become alive
in present tense,
evoked by the yearning
for context, meaning
in the empty void.
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