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An hypothetical-resurrected-formerly-dead
in a daydream came in a sense of dread
which I could not put my finger on
yet knew that I knew
the way I know a déjà vu and you
came as something ephemerally new
as a bud at the tip of a limb
that once before has never been
but anyway was last spring again
came as a ghost with a cock-sure grin
camouflaged and slim —so slim
as to almost disappear as it turned
the way a tide rolls out and in
almost as if it were never there
………………..
as a bow wave breaks in heavy seas
as now breaks over thee and me
to shudder us deeply along our keels
sometimes bringing us to our knees
scouring sins as a burglar steals
to wake-off distantly from our stern
as foam and eddies and whirlpools curl
as flotsam bobs and minutes burn
by Jim Culleny; Sept 2009
Blink 