making a platform my digital capital

feeling colder and will soon hibernate further

making meaning without approval of others

operating within the confines of this space

writing another manas without disruption

nor relying on the assistance of the cliques

preferring apps that focus only on content

focusing on production over approval

knowing that we can only control the former

sticking to nobody's plan except to my own

feeling relieved to find salvation within hell

persisting productivity in this small nook

noting hobnobbing networks in a withdrawn way

writing rhymes again with a more homely wordplay

folding away by living a more uncouth life

calling this midpoint a means for the old keepsakes

thrusting twenty-four-bell clocks on the masses

making all day-marks have a year-month-day layout

reckoning another shift back to the big town

becoming milder after finding stiller paths

crafting a new but still-understood way of speech