it started with a song.
from ancient to annuity, back before we knew at all.
now in this glass reflections stain the places that we saw.
left a mark in circles drawn concentric,
and though clandestine times they knew me by,
the center started small.
now i am, then i was, and here we are
memorials each dawn.
the bleeding back prolific
the trials, tears austere
it started with a song
and now they’re all for here.
so smile back, a while back
a toast to you and years.