2026-03

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

fingering 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

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