Déjà View
An arbitrary sunrise bleeds orange over an indifferent landscape
while digits smooth asynchronous strands of hair
and men plow through office buildings as women cry over malformed eyebrows
in a chaotic turnstile of 21st century guilt and remorse.
Drowning in ephemeral lakes and disappearing with them, a shadow of a woman
walks toward the lingering mists of fog slowly dissipating
to reveal a small vestige of her former life in a cameo necklace that vanishes
as the sun rises over the mountains that embrace the shore.
The images may be real; they may be imaginary, but she cannot decipher
the difference, nor does she care as she embraces the uncertainty
of an existence that seems dreamlike and accidental, as though
she remembers this scene through dissociative fragments of film.
