Born in six‑seven,
the poet carries a number
like a badge, a cipher,
a code trolling beneath skin.
The scroll unrolls—
papyrus, parchment, pixel,
each surface a corridor
where words march, then fade.
At the hinge he pauses:
between ink and screen,
between chant and silence,
between belonging and drift.
The scroll resists completion—
always more to read,
always more to forget,
its edge curling back on itself.
So he walks the seam,
poet of six‑seven,
bearing the hinge as compass,
and in the reel of 6‑7, viral chant,
he is clear for the next message.
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Branded by age Not sure if this was the intent but I see each of us as that parchment or page that curls with age and unrolls each day with words that march and fade. That pause or hinge is a time of reflection or change. A lovely write of reflection on the passing of time in each life.
It's about the recent 6-7 slang phrase that went viral on social media. Thanks, Soren. 🕊️🙏
I'm out of the loop on that since I don't do social media. You are welcome my friend
A combination of poetry and social media trends.Very interesting!!
Yup, that would be right! Thanks, Neilton. Still have to make it work smoother. 🙏🕊️
Thought you was writing about me there - unhinged - in my behaviour towards KP. lol.
That reminds me of a door that's hanging askew off a single hasp🤣🙏🕊️
Unhinged? Who? Me? 🤪 My friend, this feels like a scroll breathing…identity, time, and message looping into a quiet chant. You made the in-between its own terrain. Love this lots. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Honestly wasn't sure how it would work out. Just glad it is its own poem. Cheer T 🙏🕊️
It totally worked out...And me too! A wonderful poem! Cheers!
Maybe we should 86 the 67. Don't do Social media; so had to look it up. A fine Poem.
So many things we don’t do and life goes on, sometimes it’s not even passing us by. 🙏🏻🕊️
May those messages never stop coming Rik.
Andy
Agreed, Andy. Thanks muchly 🕊️🙏
More to live for too- don’t forget that the future is waiting with open arms - there is always something interesting and compelling about each day that dawns
Indeed! Thank you safina🙏🏻🕊️
you are welcome..take care
NOOOOOOOO I THOUGHT I ESCAPED THE BRAINROT
in all seriousness, its amazing how you turned the constant haunting chant into a beautiful poem about time. Mind you, I have a teacher who banned saying these two numbers in class.
unnecessary censorship in a CALCULUS THREE class about numbers...
🤣 so sorry, it was just begging for some attention 🙏🏻🕊️
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