In a sence, we can live our lives like these loops, maybe we do anyway. But, you have it in a nutshell here, Max. The Norwegian lore of vardoger is like deja vu on steroids...more subtle yet more complete. So then I offer this: what our senses experience, is only the future manifestation of the past of an intention. Where we really are now is not what our senses experience, but we are at the "borders" of time, manifesting reality in the three times of our body, mind and energy. So, just where are we now? Excellent poem, just gotta click it up for a potd vote. Thanks.

I found this to be darkly humorous, but that might just be me. It's awesome at any rate.

In view of my recent experiences with sleep, this one is particularly cogent for me. The idea that in my dreams I am experiencing someone else's memories is a cool thought. But my favorite idea is "I wake up as a stranger." That happens quite often. Great pome, Max. Thanks.

This is a slick bit of dark deja vu- either self-imposed by a willful negation of personal responsibility or because the world forces such changes of us...or you're in a really sick version of the Twilight Zone and it's all sans allegory...but no matter which it is -it's unsettling...and I approve.

I can so relate to this poem. This is how I have been feeling lately. You penned it perfect and I enjoyed reading this immensely. Thank you for sharing. :)

Geeeeze, but some days feel like this, and the funny thing is, I wouldn't have seen it this way until I read your version of it.

the clays given to man are not wasted in your hands when they can mold such as this around the armature of this most complete art which is bliss to read and contemplate.

Brilliant concept - I love ideas that disturb my thinking.

My mind's still wandering in the loop somewhere. Great piece; in particular I love the second stanza-- nice turn of phrase.

awesome read.

but i think this could have been reworded "and when it almost fits... I glimpse my image in the periphery"