A short poem about history mimicking itself into the future in the form of dreams, visions, and intuitions.

History does not seem to so much as want to repeat itself as it does mimic itself. Mimic itself it does and it does it well. It mimics it in the future and is delivered to us in dreams, visions, and intuitions which are all somehow rebroadcast into the unending and ever changing landscape of the past, present and the future simultaneously.

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