liking it when things work with a straightforward flow

soaking up the glee of the loom's self-trending speed

climbing the hill instead of begging at its foot

seeing how the well-written things never get seen

finding a need to starve the world of good writing

yelling into nothing for nobody at all

wanting to lie flat and do nothing forever

trending forwards to get through that neck of the flask

tying up the loose ends of a forgotten life

getting weary of the loudness from the outside

watching the crowds from afar while staying inside

looking at all things and their backgrounds more closely

having steps before and after undertakings

gearing up to overlay a floor with new coats

making something old new again takes mind and work

wanting others to put more deep thought into things

calling out those who don't even look at these words

finding few things written about taking one's time

wondering if writing a slur will raise some brows

coming to the end of yet another short moon