Deja Vu

Sometimes the feeling, the struggle to ignore Is that of having been here, done this before Confronted by yet another door A passaging one more foreign shore Window, wall or roof and floor Succour only mite and spore No time passing, no clock keeping score No privilege, nor favour adore The essential heart the core The promise the cynical of soul abhor About growth, evolution, the inevitable more The lessons of less - the abject and the awe SP 05.09.14