"Déjà Vu"
A flicker strikes, the moment bends,
As now repeats what never ends.
A glance, a sound, a breath once known,
Returned from paths you've never shown.
No script, no proof, no thread to trace,
Just echoes slipping into place.
It isn’t false, it isn’t true,
Déjà Vu: the now that passes through.