I’ve just been in a place

I’ve never seen before

My memory recorded scenes

From which its repertoire is my life

I spoke with people who are miles away

And sensed the truth of their own words within

Knowing the distance involved

My mind is a movie

It reels off life I’ve never imagined

Which it couldn’t possibly make true

In the reality of my present consciousness

And yet directs its own truth

With impeccable quality and finesse

Rendering the subconscious open for

A counter‑mesh of life‑on‑life

Pre‑cognition features

Based on déjà vu’s and flash‑backs

Where the settings are as real as

These words you read

Uncut and virgin

The mind‑film never edits

Nor re‑writes the screenplay

For actors randomly cast for

Such is the reality of a dream

The review for which the critic

Is me