At The Beginning* Poem by (TPAC) Alexander Coppedge

I need to be there to relive that initial beginning, coming to know events conveyed by them then, knowing every performed act, then, at the very start, living within those precise moments projected; be fully acknowledged about those things.


I want to reactivate those moments that happened pertaining to a tragic event occurring; recreate it, bring back those factors, recall their details; push out any reasonable doubt prevailing in its facts about what occurred, confirm the whole evidence.


I'm under pressure, scattered into pieces, being torn and separated into parts, coming a leg short of acknowledging that reality; seeking out any left behind traces pertaining to knowing its truth.


My thoughts leaving out actualities, absent those times, is like a dropped broken puzzle, missing those true facts about those events which occurred; in particular, grasping tiny partial factors only pertaining to a live event.


My efforts given can only achieve a little of its full occurrence, obtaining tiny bits of those actual activities, then verifying solely the 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 initial details, feeling inside factors before lived: reliving entire moments of intensity before I think truthfully, give my viewpoint of it, an opinion.