Paul Willason Poet Free verse

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’.

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Daniel Henry Rodgers March 29, 2024 at 5:21 AM Dear Paul, You wonderfully delve into the depths of existential uncertainty with poetic finesse. I loved how your words evoke a haunting sense of déjà vu and the disorienting feeling of being caught between past and future. The imagery of stitching a tear in time and spiraling helplessly into the unknown creates a palpable sense of unease. Paul, it's a thought-provoking journey through the paradoxes of existence, leaving us pondering the nature of reality and perception. - Blessings, Daniel Paul Willason March 30, 2024 at 1:12 AM Sincere thanks Daniel for your generous and detailed comments...always a pleasure to read and take in. Take care my friend...