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.
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