At The Beginning Poem by (TPAC) Alexander Coppedge

I need to be there at the very start, reliving from that initial beginning, every act performed then; endure those precise moments projected: coming to understand then convey actions about those exact things.

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

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

My thoughts vary inside like a puzzle dropped 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 initial details, feeling inside factors before lived: reliving entire moments of intensity before I think truthfully, give my viewpoint of it, an opinion.