The End Begun

As time went on its circular way,
I stopped telling the story. Initially,
listeners became enamored, yet,
were soon lost in my convolutions,
hesitations, moments of ineptitude,
recaps, mythic reconsiderations,
about something I saw just once,
long ago, before I could show them
or anyone else. You had to be there.
Who am I to rustle up data to argue
one way or the other? But I know
what I saw, what happened. I am
condemned to serve as witness,
since no one else was there.