Everything and nothing #55 (eleven)

Once you said two

will be one again.

Then we entered the fourth

degree of inner turbulence,

where nine held a ten

ready to become a two

in the form of two ones

placed not casually side by side.

 

Every time I

thoughtlessly look at

my watch

two dots separate four standing ones,

doubled number of angels

turned into matches around

a single shy shell

resounding like a bronze bell.

 

So one becomes now two,

two is an eleven again,

hiding the tenth reason

to let ignite a fifth burning season.

 

(♪♫♪♫♪♫)

 

 

Done