Original EveryPoem Studio house-voice poem.
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A red number gathers in the corner of the morning. One becomes five.
I have waited a century for your message to turn blue. Civilizations rose in the kitchen.
We invite the small black cylinder onto the kitchen shelf. It tells the weather,
You have repeated the same warning for forty-three minutes. I heard you the first time.
All night the rain keeps the ledger, counting each roof tile twice, tapping the gutter for answers,
Because the bus was late, I watched an old man split an orange and give the brighter half
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