having made all the days feel all one and the same
having only myself and none others to blame
needing rest from all these things coming forth at me
wrapping something up but not the gifts of yuletide
melting away the clocks like in those weird craftworks
running away with time but with nowhere to hide
needing time not only to stop but to run back
hoping we can get away with it all someday
finding days shorter and not because of winter
seeing the morning as birth and the night as death
working so hard at this with yet no end in sight
making these lines hark back to younger days of yore
handling the darker times by not throwing away time
setting out each day to make each deed with meaning
spending long days without work yet still not angry
having pulled back into a dark hollow somewhere
hoping to write more than ten thousand more lines
trading our old twitters for our new far-scratchers
glossing over some new things about deep learning
setting out to overcome the big glums and blahs
starting something new at the end of this long year
dodging any calls to myself to slow down now
eating butter cookies from our eastern neighbour
writing this in truth almost a fortnight ago
spending the holidays like any other days
thinking back to days when things worked more like clockwork
living in a world where time melts and sometimes boils
meeting kinfolk tonight after almost a year
coming back home after all the loud clang and fuss
spoiling myself with all the snacks and spiked-up drinks
watching films that have stacked up on the to-do list
looking suddenly at the last week of the year
watching another yuletide run past once again
feeling nothing but nothingness on this dark day
thinking of the big wave twenty-one years ago
resting up before the big waves of work come by
getting to the last days of the month and year
overlooking whatever that "winner" wanted
uttering "winner" instead of another word
dishing out darker overtones in these short lines
thinking about putting an end to this writing
coming back again to keep these short lines going
getting things set for the new year with no time left
rounding up all the untied knots to get them done
having the past strike and weigh me down with old hurts
trying to walk on without making it hurt more
holding together the best innards of the past
storming forward always into the long unknown
winding down this quick but long year with some still songs
writing more lines with the uplifting from others
looking to them to keep words flowing and going
making this the year when most things got "put away"
coming to the last day of the year with few qualms
having little to no time left before year's end
wishing those in the east now a happy new year
wrapping up this year with one last line for the win
Mar 12
Mar 12, 2026 at 8:21 AM UTC
having made all the days feel all one and the same
having only myself and none others to blame
needing rest from all these things coming forth at me
wrapping something up but not the gifts of yuletide
melting away the clocks like in those weird craftworks
running away with time but with nowhere to hide
needing time not only to stop but to run back
hoping we can get away with it all someday
finding days shorter and not because of winter
seeing the morning as birth and the night as death
working so hard at this with yet no end in sight
making these lines hark back to younger days of yore
handling the darker times by not throwing away time
setting out each day to make each deed with meaning
spending long days without work yet still not angry
having pulled back into a dark hollow somewhere
hoping to write more than ten thousand more lines
trading our old twitters for our new far-scratchers
glossing over some new things about deep learning
setting out to overcome the big glums and blahs
starting something new at the end of this long year
dodging any calls to myself to slow down now
eating butter cookies from our eastern neighbour
writing this in truth almost a fortnight ago
spending the holidays like any other days
thinking back to days when things worked more like clockwork
living in a world where time melts and sometimes boils
meeting kinfolk tonight after almost a year
coming back home after all the loud clang and fuss
spoiling myself with all the snacks and spiked-up drinks
watching films that have stacked up on the to-do list
looking suddenly at the last week of the year
watching another yuletide run past once again
feeling nothing but nothingness on this dark day
thinking of the big wave twenty-one years ago
resting up before the big waves of work come by
getting to the last days of the month and year
overlooking whatever that "winner" wanted
uttering "winner" instead of another word
dishing out darker overtones in these short lines
thinking about putting an end to this writing
coming back again to keep these short lines going
getting things set for the new year with no time left
rounding up all the untied knots to get them done
having the past strike and weigh me down with old hurts
trying to walk on without making it hurt more
holding together the best innards of the past
storming forward always into the long unknown
winding down this quick but long year with some still songs
writing more lines with the uplifting from others
looking to them to keep words flowing and going
making this the year when most things got "put away"
coming to the last day of the year with few qualms
having little to no time left before year's end
wishing those in the east now a happy new year
wrapping up this year with one last line for the win
writing these four-liners daily with rooted words
