My first real poem

Of course it is about you,

asleep, indulged and bat-blind.

No ancient runes, no tome of some

vital commandment, no record of achievement,

my first real poem is metonymic for every subsequent poem,

and silver ore; it is lumpy rock.

My first poem's greatest value

its its liability: of course; it is about you.

I am refining it, currently, hewing chunks of truth

dredged them up from within mind. One day

I will smelt them all together, all of my real poems,

and I will wake you and show you yourself.