again the sense that i have lived
these fragile birdbone moments before –
this paper theater of déjà vu
has been dreamed and re-dreamed
like a play in rehearsal after
opening night has come and passed
(yet the last performance feels like
opening night) again the sense that
i have walked these dreamed-up
sidewalks of akihabara which run
parallel to the flesh-and-bone sidewalks
of akihabara, so fragile, like a paper theater
that has been dreamed and re-dreamed
in the mind of some forgetful god
who keeps creating the universe
without destroying the last one
again the sense that i have lived
these fragile ghost-bone moments before –
this tissue paper theater of déjà vu
has been dreamed and re-dreamed
in the mind of some uncareful god
who doesn’t quite erase all the lines
before re-illustrating little moments