The 11th Hour

 

The 11th Hour

 

The 11th hour was upon me

Time— urged me along

As I sat back down to count to three

Contemplating where I belong—

 

Prior to twelve but after ten—

First of numbers that repeat—

One and one— I said and then

No whole number is divisible within me

 

For to break the bonds that I contain

A broken number is found instead—

Half and half— to remain

As a reminder of what I said

 

 

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