little déjà vu

Yaira Ebanks
Nov 12
1 min read

To meet my maker,

must I re-enter the circuit,

spin round and round,

where up is down?

Upon arrival, shall I bow,

or simply pause for a while?

Will I be peeled

to reveal

the real?

Another dimension?

Perhaps this go,

a little less tension.

Will I be turned off,

a proper reset,

or will she scoff at my infantile thoughts,

and simply laugh me off?

Write me back into

the simulation,

past lives an aberration,

little déjà vu,

clues in the equation.

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inspired while reading Chalmer's Reality+ and Baudrillard's Simulacra and Simulation

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