Out Of Order

My pupils quiver from flickering lights
And rain slows down
Every thing
The furniture sleeps
And how I wish
I could melt into arms and flames
Déjà vu
I know this
Sunk into electric wires
In imperceptible kinks, you hid
We shared our skin before we were born
So tightly I fit in
The blanket wakes
The coffee tastes
The pulse reports
It's cart before horse
Impulse tied to future lines 
Spreads me thin across the ceiling
I know you know
About déjà vu
I know you know
How I know you