Deja Vu of the Scribe

 

For scribing my words to expect déjà vu,  

As long as it insists upon kissing me two.  

My thoughts are forming, arrow connecting the dot,  

Knowing who I am, bringing the pot.

For today’s moment impressing the sand,  

Reading writings saying, "I’m the man."

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The rhythm of thought, is echoing through,  

Creating moments, déjà vu.  

Each word a kiss from the now to the new,  

Rethinking memory bringing me true.

Arrows fly, connecting lines,  

Ideas align, a path opined.  

I stand here now, pot in hand,  

Manifesting dreams, shaping my land.

The sand beneath, a building stage,  

Impressed by thoughts on every page.  

Reading the writings, becoming bold, bright,  

I see my reflection in the light.

For I am the man, in thought and deed,  

Scribing the future, planting the seed.  

In every word, a vision inches,  

bringing forth what I see clear,

drawing attracting abundance into hear.

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This chapter explores the connection between thought, creation, and the familiar feeling of déjà vu. The imagery of arrows connecting dots and impressions in the sand captures the power of manifestation through words. The chapter celebrates the recognition of one's own strength and purpose, making it a confident and dynamic addition to my poetic journey.