1, 2, 3, 4, 5 Escape—(2)
two pulls a fast one, drags in three
those terrible 3’s pulling you
into a raging tornado like twister
backgrounded by a sun-like calm,
makes no sense, and you try
to wake back up into yourself,
take a deep breath to get out
of this fake scene when
four pretending to be a new number
is discovered in a fun house mirror
your computer screen has become,
two keeps popping up in pairs
no matter where you look,
how far your fingers walk,
threatened storms of
a climate change crash already
in the works if you go on which
five is pressing you to do,
but just up ahead 6 is getting ready