Et tu, deja?

To know the future

because I already experienced it,

as a memory.

A thought that came to me

as a settled fact,

but pertains to things

that haven’t happened.

I want so badly

for this to be true.

To imagine

that some sort of release

from this

day-to-day drudgery exists

and is already settled fact

thrills me.

A piercing light into this dark room…

but I don’t want to look up

and see

the silhouette

and shadow

of the jailer

passing over the grate.