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Matryoshka to play
When you reincarnate wet and ready,
it is told that everyone in your life
plays a different but equally sized role
time and time again. The strangers
you meet for an instant, remain
similarly instantaneous in all your lives.
Every second is accounted for,
life after life an exact ledger,
a repetitive universe of GAP rules
scripted with a feather pen and permanent.
Who was your mother last time?
Was your grandfather a child with a clock
wound in reverse? And maybe
those people on the bus are always
the people on the bus, the train, a ferry,
or a weekday sidewalk army of glances.
It scares us so much, we think up some
pretty crazy things to scare ourselves.
It’s all sacred. Every pint of blood,
every house, every burning fire, every god,
every witch and warlord. All of it.
© Trapper Markelz 2021
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