Eleven eleven eleven e-
Leven came and went within a minute
This was at eleven a.m. today
Eleventh hour, day, month, year - this was it
A full two minutes of complete quiet
In the office, not even some typing
The eerie feeling then manifested
That someone remote was now controlling
Our wills and thoughts and we were consenting
Out of if nothing else conformity
For I have no relative death credit
And so my thoughts float through the window, free
To settle on drivers ignoring it
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