I swear you read these lines before
A whisper etched, your mind unsure
The letters shift, the lines repeat
Then vanish quickly, incomplete
Is “no, I am” the phase most true
Or “Luke, I am” the line you knew
Was “febreze” spelled with double e’s
Or single letters meant to tease
You blink, the stanza rearranged
The rhyme familiar, yet estranged
A memory forged, a phantom text
This poem recalls the ones that’s next
So tell me now was this the first
Or Deja vu rehearsed and cursed
You’ve read this once, or so you claim
But time loops back, the lines the same








Amazing piece. I love being caught off guard by the Mandela effect.
Thank you for commenting..yeah the Mandela effect is crazy..it really tricks the mind
Cleverly penned, Mstrmnd. Excellent write my friend. You pretty much summed it up perfectly. Appreciate you.
Damian
Thank you..yeah its wild how we believe what we know then realize we only think we knew what we believed..or it is so sinister that we live in alternate realities
This is really good. Nice work.
Thank you..and fun..I have spent many hrs going down the Mandela effect rabbit hole..interesting stuff for sure
Man, this is pure dopeness.
I truly enjoyed your extravagance of mind
Pressing rewind and fast forward
In real time.
Definitely inspires a deeper conversation.
Much respect
Naaj
Thanks for commenting..apppreciate it..glad u found it interesting