Seven Worlds
Seven Hands
Seven Stars
The number seven rings though my fingers.
One circle. One sphere. One sparkle.
Times seven.
What’s in my reach I never grasp.
I’m motivated by the above.
I’m inspired by the below.
The music swims though my ears.
The words tattoo my bones.
Heaven’s number draws connections.
Invisible hands to my head and my heart.
Seven things to count in all that I don’t see.
When I look up, Seven Sisters.
The Pleiades.
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