the deja vu

In stress awakens deja vu

The illusion that I've already lived this

Perhaps it provides a sense of control

Defense Mechanism 

Or it's torture

Meeting the same fate every time

a Merry Go Round 

into a brick wall 

That would work

At least, that's what I would do

If I were trying to torment me

A future of aphthous ulcers

I heard the cure for canker sores

is to grind salt into them

I've got salt

And a lot of time

At least twice as much

If this deja vu means I'm going around again

My lovely caldera 

haunted houses

They exist, I'm sure, and will exist

Not that it matters much

What is time, to a ghost 

Nature will reclaim all houses eventually

And ghosts don't seem to haunt glen or vale as often

Property perhaps 

An imaginary bond

Spectral fingers clutching phantom deeds

Signatures binding fates 

Absurd 

That death would shackle us so uncreatively