At first I was cursed by the morning prompt, thinking I'm not in the move to write mathematically at 7 a.m. before I leave the house. But I thought about the sunlight that shines in through the brown curtains of the bedroom, and decided to go with that figure out th syllables.
8 lines...counting down with prime numbers (or you can do it in reverse as instructed). I did the opposite.
Short poem. Short post. Long-ass day.
Tuesdays and Wednesdays are difficult days for drafting poems. But I'm doing what I can.
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