the first word…in the first place
That’s framed inside your head,
defines you…says who you are
in a word, you could be said…
your essence and your being
Could truly match a certain note,
you rhymed it and you sang it
became the song you wrote…
your fiber could translate
certain shade or hue
your color matched the sunset
Could this possibly be true?
your life breath and your heartbeat
Could mingle with the wind,
me, what would you say to Life?
where would you begin?
Imprimus* Latin: in the first place