I never saw the value in
Getting back together.

Gone is gone.
Dead is dead.

The world is just too huge an
Adventure

To give up a new one to
Go back.

Back.
Life is too short to

Embrace anything that begins with
*Yester.

into deja vu
  apercu into extreme
reality, meaning
  seeming so lifelike, prescient.

I have done something
   similar , before,
28 % of the time
    my origin story says.

a propos or aide-memoire
    like *** remembering
an anieu regime-
     au contraire, I say to me.
I am au courant,
     in we!

In conversations with
     my past and present,
my Indian and French,
      extremes, I see
I am au fuit,
      been pensaut
seeing, two ways,
      bon vivant,
being,
      a ****** tunes.

We are the few
   disappearing who appear
and peer
   into the perfect word of souls,
We ring,
    Chime...
Absolute
    ourselves,
in that steeple,
    banging against the brass
with heads filled,
    dissolve, rang into
me and you, without
    rhymes.

I have broken every rule with you
For we have not kept our hands (or our hearts) to ourselves