.Deja.vu.

Now I'm gonna

perform

and pretend you're
sitting on the
first row
and I'll declaim something

only you

and I
would get
'cause you
were there
when I was

conceived

you were part of the
creative process

And the lights would go off
the sound of the mic
fading away
into low keys
of an old organ

we were in
silence

the scene was
rouge
the fabric
the floor...
And then silhouettes

approaching one another
infusing
into one another
weldingengraving
into
one

.Silence.
.Still.
.Moving. Changing