Again

Thinking about the past
recruits my mind
to the ultimate future.
And in all hopes
this reminiscence
foreshadows it all.
Like Foucault
talking in circles
I'm left dizzy
when the truth of it
all comes to being.
Finding you again
allowed me to find
the self I hide
to protect my life;
this protection
I built to create
a future destitution.
And in this false present
the past once allusive before
creates a stronger bond
of the former beautiful me.