What stage is this? Didn't I leave a bookmark in this library? I suppose it's sticking out the top And all I can see is the spine Titles don't reveal whether You're being read Or even understood Where were we? One point oh was a lifetime ago How many lifetimes are there? The numbers should tell me But they've all gone home Each chapter has a phrase Could it be alphabetical? No chance; that was twenty six years ago At seven in the morning, when it started We each made changes And lost the threads