Seven Views With Roman Numerals

I.
Summer holds it(his)self off a bit
And the Fields do not
Matter any-more
-we are in a drought-

II.
My Fascist-Prevention
Method
Is You

III.
The sheer amount of Numbers
Frightens me.
How do you
Understand them?
He tells me about his face and that does not help.

IV.
Egg-white
Like the lights look
Breakfast-
Or
Something

V.
Arbitrary
Ending points provide
For some Interest

VI.
I wish Someone
Would tell me why blindness
Either lasts or does not?
-because I honestly have no idea

VII.
We have the Arabs to
Thank for our modern numerical system:
Thank you (!)
I think I shall equate
Myself into
This.
Ah! Yes!
I'll go off for a while, then…



A/N: Thanks for all your support/reviews/praise, ShinigamiForever!! It's really great to know someone likes my stuff, especially someone as good of a poet as yourself. Danke!