At The Beginning Poem by (TPAC) Alexander Coppedge

I need to be at the very start, living from that initial beginning; endure those precise moments projected, then convey actions about those exact things.

I want to relive those actions about an event that happened; know the factors recalling its tiniest details: pushing out any doubt about what did occur confirms the whole evidence.

I'm scattered and torn into pieces, coming leg short of acknowledging that reality; seeking out any traces pertaining to knowing the truth.

My thoughts liken a puzzle all broken about those events which occurred, missing those particular actualities of that time; grasping partial factors only pertaining to a live event.

My given efforts can only achieve a little of its full occurrence, obtain tiny bits of those actual facts, then verify solely old steps which did happen, found accountable as its reality.

No, first I need to be at the start of that spoken beginning; witnessing those bare details, feeling inside facts before lived: relive entire moments of intensity before I think truthfully, give my viewpoint of it, an opinion.