Paradox

It doesn't take much, a glancing thought shot out of a moment, a sudden recall, that strange sense ‘I've been here before’, to send the mind scrambling to stitch a tear in time. Somewhere becomes familiar, a replay of what has been or is yet to come, bled through whatever it is that separates the now from then, a duplicate, a lived out sequence scripted before. I sometimes feel in between, cast in a state that is neither here nor there, where a misstep might send me spiraling helplessly into the far reaches of ‘there’, with no way back to ‘here’.