I like the number eleven
because of the way it sounds
with its soft consonants
and unstressed vowels
and for the alliterative jingle
of its cousin multiples
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I like the number eleven
because of the way it sounds
with its soft consonants
and unstressed vowels
and for the alliterative jingle
of its cousin multiples
we breathe, peer from open eyes
unconsciously adding one to the census
while somewhere, another subtracts
catching interests, dodging worries
but nothing stands still
like pond water at seven
after dawn, or the queen of night
winding down to a calm
motionless sheer curtain
saying eleven, so christened
by noisy, jealous clockworks
in silent hallways