The First

It took quite a while, getting to this point

The first page of my book

Its’ contents still unknown

I’ve considered poems, with thoughts in-between

Offers of insight, if any can be gleaned

It seems my memory is short

Each piece a time and place, destined to distort

More with the former’s passing

Eventually becoming twisted….

As if seen through coloured glass

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