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

reinforced the eternal metal retainer

reiterating a wishy-washy promise

spending one more night in this suburban enclave

posting four times daily on this quiet corner

noticing a slight delay in the schedulings

taking too much time to regroup and recollect