shrugged off a huge defeat earlier in the week

relegating ourselves to leagues of solitude

applying directives to random hypertext

admiring sensible aspects of doing things

cringing otherwise on a regular basis

disappeared completely from the book of faces

finding what once took place so often now so rare

indulging in solitude some mindful pursuits

tired of mainstream interconnected networks

spending as much time as possible in the caves

continuing this long treasured epic in peace

repeating or rhyming does not have to take place

having no future but not worried about that

preparing what we can for when the line goes flat

spending the last two years in a holding pattern

not quite sure how to proceed or where to go next

preferring to avoid the chaotic outside

lying flat while surviving on past investments

wrestling with time to schedule these short epic lines

waking up with a hope to see our victory

using the wayback machine to combat link rot