One Seven

One

the list, the ambitions typed into neatly folded laundry and messy buns.

Seven

a.m. the time the covers mute the morning-nothing is concrete.

One

once again, freshly painted checkmarks quickly replaced with fresh printer paper.

Four

songs played between afternoon and sunset, reasons to avoid the unnecessary, interactions, not unordinary.

Seven

nothing is concrete, reason is not forwards nor backwards, ahead or behind. 

the buttons break.

OneSevenOneFourSeven

the list, not concrete; messy then replaced. songs are reasons between sunset, forwards, backwards, 

neatly replayed. 

Posted in response to the challenge Robots.

Goldenrose

VT

16 years old

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