thwarting fast flows of time when the bells strike midnight
waking up to the sound of glee from church singers
harking back to the days when things meant more than none
writing without overly long words from the south
blinking into the sleep of the wintry season
waking once again to the sound of the hardware
hearing howling north winds begging to come inside
starting this and that yet seldom getting things done
noting that things could have taken a much worse turn
coming back to the deep-rooted tally-inklings
beholding a day for my last living forebear
settling down with some more workouts in tallying
looking at the windows frosted with ice once more
turning on the ambered hearthstead once more for heat
reading more about the manmade wisecraft of yore
bearing down on one of the year's sleepiest nights
needing to write more of these short lines once again
keeping up with the deadlines and keeping with them
keeping with time by doing these ahead of time
taking back old namesake with "letters from afar"
noting that these words come from the oldest of roots
writing a lot of lines that often do not rhyme
crafting the software and wayfaring the wide world
wondering what to do with all these written lines
having enough else to do but still making time
waking up early again for the learning set
withholding yet another thought from the commons
helping myself to some food from my old folk roots
lighting up the room with self-switching vats of light
hoping for a shortcut out of this quagmire
writng this line even when not much has happened
feeling dizzy with all the endless likelihoods
walking forward so softly into the year's end
making insights about the outside while inside
keeping with this framework with a strained written flow
noting this other weekday of lowered prices
coming along well noting only old word stocks
staying at home for too long and getting weird
trending towards not going back to a workhouse
linking a side to another side on the web
getting near to the day when shops lower prices
thinking about what thanksgiving down south feels like
wondering if anyone knows the word "sundry"
having that longing feeling of those bygone days
liking the stillness before the holiday storm
stuffing no fowl on this day but looking for deals
tightening up the hard earned bags of gold instead
looking now to buy nothing on buy nothing day
making the best of this monk-like setting these days
having little to no followers makes me free
letting helpful self-driven things work well for me
raising the worth of the self-driven things so high
sailing away from the old lands that made me sad
looking again for any deals on the deep web
glossing over some snapshots made a while ago
finding a snapshot of a rather weird tree
making new snapshots before looking at the old
looking out the window and seeing all the blah
coming to another end of the month so soon
ending the month with a thought about that harsh loss
Mar 9
Mar 9, 2026 at 8:57 AM UTC
thwarting fast flows of time when the bells strike midnight
waking up to the sound of glee from church singers
harking back to the days when things meant more than none
writing without overly long words from the south
blinking into the sleep of the wintry season
waking once again to the sound of the hardware
hearing howling north winds begging to come inside
starting this and that yet seldom getting things done
noting that things could have taken a much worse turn
coming back to the deep-rooted tally-inklings
beholding a day for my last living forebear
settling down with some more workouts in tallying
looking at the windows frosted with ice once more
turning on the ambered hearthstead once more for heat
reading more about the manmade wisecraft of yore
bearing down on one of the year's sleepiest nights
needing to write more of these short lines once again
keeping up with the deadlines and keeping with them
keeping with time by doing these ahead of time
taking back old namesake with "letters from afar"
noting that these words come from the oldest of roots
writing a lot of lines that often do not rhyme
crafting the software and wayfaring the wide world
wondering what to do with all these written lines
having enough else to do but still making time
waking up early again for the learning set
withholding yet another thought from the commons
helping myself to some food from my old folk roots
lighting up the room with self-switching vats of light
hoping for a shortcut out of this quagmire
writng this line even when not much has happened
feeling dizzy with all the endless likelihoods
walking forward so softly into the year's end
making insights about the outside while inside
keeping with this framework with a strained written flow
noting this other weekday of lowered prices
coming along well noting only old word stocks
staying at home for too long and getting weird
trending towards not going back to a workhouse
linking a side to another side on the web
getting near to the day when shops lower prices
thinking about what thanksgiving down south feels like
wondering if anyone knows the word "sundry"
having that longing feeling of those bygone days
liking the stillness before the holiday storm
stuffing no fowl on this day but looking for deals
tightening up the hard earned bags of gold instead
looking now to buy nothing on buy nothing day
making the best of this monk-like setting these days
having little to no followers makes me free
letting helpful self-driven things work well for me
raising the worth of the self-driven things so high
sailing away from the old lands that made me sad
looking again for any deals on the deep web
glossing over some snapshots made a while ago
finding a snapshot of a rather weird tree
making new snapshots before looking at the old
looking out the window and seeing all the blah
coming to another end of the month so soon
ending the month with a thought about that harsh loss
writing these four-liners daily with rooted words
