In Seveth Hour Poem by Victoria Udnæs

In seventh hour, waters scour
metals scream in great devour
rusty trinkets, sugared links: sits
well with people at Precinct

Quite distinct!

So, life is hunting, fights, confronting
looking for that special something
some admitting, slightly splitting
what you find in junk with spry

Questions why…

Well, answers lying, purifying
under facts of horrifying
social structures, ruined cultures
made Precinct a roughened place

Such disgrace!

Those Links of Sweet, intense transmissions
creating fresh, dulcet fissions
like these straws of gentle floaty
giving metals mental chew

As for you?

You are link of other flavors that
will give the humans favors as
a break of silence, balanced pact
a new alliance,
in defiance
you are genius math
that will lead these people on a path
to golden science
bridge to something more intact

so dearest reader
who will also be their leader:
stay put for your next act!