Now open your eyes to see an old face,
An old face that somehow seems new.
Straight to the point, and yet without a map
To guide you away from dead ends.
An old face that somehow seems new
Caught in a mirror to reflect your thoughts,
To guide you away from dead ends,
Which surface each time you are sleeping
Caught in a mirror to reflect your thoughts;
Memories that seemed far away,
Which surface each time you are sleeping.
Never alone, you’ll not escape.
Memories that seemed far away,
Straight to the point, and yet without a map.
Never alone, you’ll not escape,
Now open your eyes to see an old face.
This is a pantoum inspired by a New Scientist article about new memories being implanted in mice while they sleep, and what that could mean for us.