The image of the letters of Déjà Vu
Tells it true.
The eyebrows of the 'e' and 'a'
cast a frown, with the 'j' the snotty nose in between.
Its the face of a frown, not a smile.
For Déjà Vu stirs the heart with wishful view.
With a canvas painted by a hopeful mind,
waiting for 'match-up' to gel and bind
links to the past, on a dead-pan bridge to the future.
Providing supposed certainty, sense and purpose,
rather than what chaos disgorges
as fate and destiny re-written,
by flaps of butterfly wings.
For Déjà Vu
is a tricky, deceptive, perpetual lier,
that begs to lead you astray
with its endless declension to past tense
tainting the present with has-been conspiracy theories,
collated in albums of recollections
dusty, vague and worn-out.....
The Bessemer furnace eats its fill
It melts and then disgorges its kill
Forged as in the fires of hell
The hard cool steel we know so well
Sharp yet malleable hammered out true
To build with strength and stainless too
Two edged we find its strength may be
Yet free from impurities it is we see
To reach this stage of true cool steel
Air pumped in the burning flames must feel
Through trial and error they struggle to perfect
To reach the perfection they adjust and correct.
© 29/03/2013 ~GG~
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