In memory of Mandana Shirandami
First, second and third
First, second and third,
I'm seen, viewed and heard,
All over the place:
Earth, outer space.
Now, I cannot slip,
A line I can't skip.
All eyes are on me,
I'm no more free.
Stage time's coming up,
This will never stop.
From here, there's just
One way, to the top.
September 20, 2017
© By Igor Packer
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