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
Great play with numbers here. And self. I love how you juggle them. Well done.