I feel I’ve been waiting for numbers
I see, like 11:11 or 3:14,
To speak and to steal me from slumbers
Unseen. Please dreamy beings just beam
Me aboard to absorb all the crumbs
You ignored on the floors, ’til I flee
Mortal coils; reborn unencumbered!
But my timing divining aligns
With designs of the mind set on finding
Some meaning in grinding through life’s
Ever winding, obscene little staircase.
akennific 