starting the ring of the moon with a hidden shout
knowing that leaders high up care little for us
finding all folk groups have a cringy thing in them
thinking whether we need to get rid of it all
finding evil in books that say things too slowly
hearing old put-down words as new uplifting calls
knowing full well that groups cannot have sundry kinds
choosing to go nowhere when our home feels the best
giving it to things to which most others don't give
calling the other a threat to our leadership
"letting them all in" while also keeping some out
wanting the newer rather than the most liked things
liking new names only when they line up with us
choosing not to lift up the house of the groupthink
guessing truths right while the midfolk shove them aside
choosing not to take heed in those who don't take heed
seeing ownership as theft yet wanting to own?
looking forward to the days to come with sound minds
bringing up three kinds of knowledge (rooted in time)
sneering at shrieks of "fully uneven settings"
shifting away from the old ways not all at once
mashing up yet another clean build of software
thinking of shifting further west one of these days
making small steps towards a much better end-game
tweaking the staff row in the many weeks to come
making the world even smaller to keep things big
thwarting the copper-tin swindler from here on in
knowing that a law won't always make things better
caring too much can lead to things not working out
gnorning on about the goods that they did not take (?)
seeing one side stand up with the others seated
hiding the golden meanings inside a sound house
sending the ghost to haunt the evil blue network
choosing not to belong to any binding group
stepping away from the need for the other's likes
playing the game as it lies for what can we do
********* the mindless inwardly linked networks
taking heed of the two sides of the rotten meat
showing them the nothing that they have rightly earned
taking it all in only to get drawn away
laughing loudly behind the one-way glass window
fighting nobody and yet with everybody
shouting once again that too much leads to the end
seeing left and right as shadows of bygone times
knowing anything could have more than one meaning
having the freedom to stay weird in dark rooms
becoming a wasted island in the blue sky
jamming it all up with waves of hidden beacons
calling "craftwork" as something "one gets away with"
seeing a fifth day on a thirteenth of the month
getting led astray from the watery stone things
needing no more of those to come in to our lands
working hard to tweak the world in a some such way
choosing not to wait for them all to acknowledge
leaving the locked house to build a new land of one
bringing back depth to an emptied out flattened world
splintering ourselves into many other names
bringing all the angst of yore into this craftwork
holding a looking glass made only of raw words
trimming the list of friends to make things tidier
Mar 24
Mar 24, 2026 at 1:36 PM UTC
starting the ring of the moon with a hidden shout
knowing that leaders high up care little for us
finding all folk groups have a cringy thing in them
thinking whether we need to get rid of it all
finding evil in books that say things too slowly
hearing old put-down words as new uplifting calls
knowing full well that groups cannot have sundry kinds
choosing to go nowhere when our home feels the best
giving it to things to which most others don't give
calling the other a threat to our leadership
"letting them all in" while also keeping some out
wanting the newer rather than the most liked things
liking new names only when they line up with us
choosing not to lift up the house of the groupthink
guessing truths right while the midfolk shove them aside
choosing not to take heed in those who don't take heed
seeing ownership as theft yet wanting to own?
looking forward to the days to come with sound minds
bringing up three kinds of knowledge (rooted in time)
sneering at shrieks of "fully uneven settings"
shifting away from the old ways not all at once
mashing up yet another clean build of software
thinking of shifting further west one of these days
making small steps towards a much better end-game
tweaking the staff row in the many weeks to come
making the world even smaller to keep things big
thwarting the copper-tin swindler from here on in
knowing that a law won't always make things better
caring too much can lead to things not working out
gnorning on about the goods that they did not take (?)
seeing one side stand up with the others seated
hiding the golden meanings inside a sound house
sending the ghost to haunt the evil blue network
choosing not to belong to any binding group
stepping away from the need for the other's likes
playing the game as it lies for what can we do
********* the mindless inwardly linked networks
taking heed of the two sides of the rotten meat
showing them the nothing that they have rightly earned
taking it all in only to get drawn away
laughing loudly behind the one-way glass window
fighting nobody and yet with everybody
shouting once again that too much leads to the end
seeing left and right as shadows of bygone times
knowing anything could have more than one meaning
having the freedom to stay weird in dark rooms
becoming a wasted island in the blue sky
jamming it all up with waves of hidden beacons
calling "craftwork" as something "one gets away with"
seeing a fifth day on a thirteenth of the month
getting led astray from the watery stone things
needing no more of those to come in to our lands
working hard to tweak the world in a some such way
choosing not to wait for them all to acknowledge
leaving the locked house to build a new land of one
bringing back depth to an emptied out flattened world
splintering ourselves into many other names
bringing all the angst of yore into this craftwork
holding a looking glass made only of raw words
trimming the list of friends to make things tidier
writing these four-liners daily with rooted words
(the first half of march 2026)
