getting our bearings straight for ye olde bear-cat day
holding a soft likeness of a black and white bear
wondering to call the bear an "orc" or "bee-wolf"
asking a wild frog who calls them "the brown ones"
bursting into the house asking for a dark beer
wanting only the beer / not wanting to wear green
holding a pound of gold bought many years ago (?)
finding that luck in life calls for some speed as well
packing away the things from the shared house today
seeking to have less clutter in the newer house
driving away quickly from the rough old boroughs
choosing no longer to live in these crowded hubs
showing up at midnight to a dark shady room
lining the loud ones up against the gray stone wall
getting ready to shoot them all with some quick shots
taking them out and burying them underground
having taken some snapshots we set the seeds down
letting the old things fall so that we can spring fresh
making this a do-over for a brand old year
cleaning the house up before cleaning the world up
springing too quickly into a new shape of things
drawing a landsheet to show all those spots and hubs
tinkering with the landsheets and now the spreadsheets
having a deeply rooted wrath for those big rings
keeping all the wealth locked up away from the crowds
weaving around the networks like a drunk knitter
looking high and low for the things we might have missed
fishing around the seas for a new line of thought
picking up on the breakdown of the old network
finding that things leave without ever coming back
knowing that the "lorehouse" no longer teaches things
seeking ways to get back into the living world
getting an inkling for something new and helpful
seeing the light at the end of the tongue shifting
looking at the now through a looking glass backwards
walking backwards into what will become of us
choosing not to hold on to the old ways of yore
seeing time as a twisted spring that shrinks each year
seeing trends ring around in five (not twenty) years
smelling the slow shift from one time to another
seeing time now not as split-up chunks but long flows
splitting time up only for the look and feel now
smelling time only happens when the time lies near
smelling much less of the time when it lies further
writing a thing many times by setting blocks down
letting these new tools make men want to wander off
letting these new tools make new groups and ways of life
laughing at those who wield the new tools like the old
having the drawn strips let us fill in the meanings
going from the heights of meaning to none thereof
choosing not to spell things out for those reading this
melting stones into flat pools which line up to here
walking into the dark woods of the deep meshwork
sharpening up the "raven flint" to make it shine
shifting back to the days of the early network
shifting but with the sharper tools that we have now
making the new tools house the old writings at first
taking them from the old to the new we go up
becoming one group again? seems like not at first!
having yet our minds raised to even newer heights
becoming lighter so we can become harder
choosing not to be one but become another world
spreading half-truths online can seem so "fake and fey"
letting out steam which becomes water on flat leaves
Mar 31
Mar 31, 2026 at 3:49 PM UTC
getting our bearings straight for ye olde bear-cat day
holding a soft likeness of a black and white bear
wondering to call the bear an "orc" or "bee-wolf"
asking a wild frog who calls them "the brown ones"
bursting into the house asking for a dark beer
wanting only the beer / not wanting to wear green
holding a pound of gold bought many years ago (?)
finding that luck in life calls for some speed as well
packing away the things from the shared house today
seeking to have less clutter in the newer house
driving away quickly from the rough old boroughs
choosing no longer to live in these crowded hubs
showing up at midnight to a dark shady room
lining the loud ones up against the gray stone wall
getting ready to shoot them all with some quick shots
taking them out and burying them underground
having taken some snapshots we set the seeds down
letting the old things fall so that we can spring fresh
making this a do-over for a brand old year
cleaning the house up before cleaning the world up
springing too quickly into a new shape of things
drawing a landsheet to show all those spots and hubs
tinkering with the landsheets and now the spreadsheets
having a deeply rooted wrath for those big rings
keeping all the wealth locked up away from the crowds
weaving around the networks like a drunk knitter
looking high and low for the things we might have missed
fishing around the seas for a new line of thought
picking up on the breakdown of the old network
finding that things leave without ever coming back
knowing that the "lorehouse" no longer teaches things
seeking ways to get back into the living world
getting an inkling for something new and helpful
seeing the light at the end of the tongue shifting
looking at the now through a looking glass backwards
walking backwards into what will become of us
choosing not to hold on to the old ways of yore
seeing time as a twisted spring that shrinks each year
seeing trends ring around in five (not twenty) years
smelling the slow shift from one time to another
seeing time now not as split-up chunks but long flows
splitting time up only for the look and feel now
smelling time only happens when the time lies near
smelling much less of the time when it lies further
writing a thing many times by setting blocks down
letting these new tools make men want to wander off
letting these new tools make new groups and ways of life
laughing at those who wield the new tools like the old
having the drawn strips let us fill in the meanings
going from the heights of meaning to none thereof
choosing not to spell things out for those reading this
melting stones into flat pools which line up to here
walking into the dark woods of the deep meshwork
sharpening up the "raven flint" to make it shine
shifting back to the days of the early network
shifting but with the sharper tools that we have now
making the new tools house the old writings at first
taking them from the old to the new we go up
becoming one group again? seems like not at first!
having yet our minds raised to even newer heights
becoming lighter so we can become harder
choosing not to be one but become another world
spreading half-truths online can seem so "fake and fey"
letting out steam which becomes water on flat leaves
writing these four-liners daily with rooted words
writing on the other half of march '26
writing by a true one, go have a look yourself:
https://app.gptzero.me/documents/50155d95-7cd2-4d09-acb3-6de2af68c2b3
