Once they are with me I know they belong,
\nthese spells when I do what I know I\u2019ve done.
\nThey start with a memory, where ought to be none,
\nan onset of symptoms something is wrong.
\nThen reigns within a split second of grace.
\nFamiliar feelings are stripped of their name.
\nWhat is marvelous springs from one and the same
\nutterly common theme I cannot place.
\nThen some quirk of thought quells my fear,
\nmakes the moment\u2019s scattered parts cohere,
\nshows behind the hubbub and din there swells
\na hum I might be able to hear
\nif I ceased listening, a drone which dwells
\nand will\u00a0still when I disappear.<\/p>\n
*<\/p>\n
The title of course refers to the famous quip from Yogi Berra, whom I always thought of as a closet Buddhist.<\/span><\/em><\/span><\/p>\n I always loved d\u00e9j\u00e0-vus, even before I dropped acid, after which point I saw them as harbingers rather then misfiled capsules of memory.<\/span><\/em><\/span><\/p>\n This poem is, incidentally, a sonnet. I also wrote a sestina on this\u00a0 <\/span>“same utterly common theme I cannot place”. <\/span><\/em><\/span><\/p>\n Forthcoming.<\/span><\/em><\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Once they are with me I know they belong, these spells when I do what I know I\u2019ve done. They start with a memory, where ought to be none, an onset of symptoms something is wrong. Then reigns within a split second of grace. Familiar feelings are stripped of their name. What is marvelous springs … <\/p>\n