lessons always learned(edited)

Before the moment thought seeded the movement of lungs  
(Housed lungs in a body only mine  
Through the complex of the mind)  
Countless footsteps were heard by ears unconnected    
And some books didn’t resist their place in life  
They sat silently on library shelves  
 
Except for that one book(picked up by freshly dried hands)  
Which were covered in mud before being washed recently  
The skin was slightly moist as a result  
And a moist finger tore the page it turned  
And offended the integrity of some out of date words  
 
That hand was mine  
 
Then a woman with a crooked name tag saying Holly Ghost shushed me before she vanished into thin air  
When right after I looked to my left and saw she was sitting there in a yellow plastic children's chair  
Laughing and resetting time with one hand while with the other fixing her hair  
Minancally starring into the mirror on the wall  
 
 
 
Then I looked down and saw a tattoo of the end to this poem around my left arm which read:  
 
 
 
Before the invention of the deadline  
It was accepted that if a plant didn’t grow  
It was because that seed was out of season  
And those buried Bullets from a memory as a child  
Now count for something more than war  
 
 
 
A farmer’s daughter bit into a potato she pulled from the ground  
Almost instantly spitting out a bullet shell into her hand while tasting blood on her teeth  
Then closing her eyes and screaming for her dad  
Who hit her when he found her in the part of the yard he warned her to stay out of