If I remember correctly (which is about a 50/50 chance here), I wrote this in high school in the middle of class. I think it might have been my fiction writing class during my senior year. Unfortunately, I can't verify the timeline. All the Word documents are time stamped with the same date (July 25, 2011 - the date I purchased my new computer and transferred everything to it from my old Mac). I also didn't date a single poem in my notebooks. The best that I have is that I know the order in which I filled those notebooks. I still have notebooks that I have yet to fill.
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The square root of 7 is 49,
again, again and again
doubled, repeated,
again, again and again.
The grand confusion of the 7
and its children
more and more sevens
again again and again.
Invisible is the cycle
and the rain
and the storms,
but their thunder ain’t excluded.
Feel the thunder
the strike of the lightning
both of them,
again again and again.
The mind’s eye sees the rumble,
the cycle,
the mean annual rainfall,
the children of the seven
again
again
and again.
This is the world I live in.
7 times 7 is 49
again again and again.