knowing full well that hard times create stronger men

scaling back needs to pay excesses through the nose

exhausting to maintain a plethora of stuff

winding down operations on the city flat

considered this as "volunteer data entry"

rummaging through the archives of some telegrams

trying to go with a daily quatrain format

forty-eight syllables per day every day

time zones make timelines so complicated and stuff

not fighting zombies but normies in this timeline

living apocalyptic lives with sunny days

catching on to their passionate but flawed statements

ensuring that the next line happens in six hours

scheduling lines more regularly than ever

delayed by the rain we did catch up on some sleep

thanking obscurity for allowing me time

placing a "clickable button inside a link"

turning chaos into a tightened regiment

trying to bear down and concentrate on something

making this as open-ended as possible

implementing a more abstract wooden language