shining afar a glimmer of some long lost hope

seeing that hope might only be knacks of the light

bringing back to mind this day of the happening

strumming the old stringed song tool as the wall came down

seeing snow fall down soon after that summer game

trying hard to make up for a lot of lost time

cutting out all the needless online blathering

hoping that we all do not die of heart illness

looking at the small twigs and at the big landscape

winning the world cup would heal the loss of that ring

bowing more at a low-flake or no-flake friendship

knowing when to note the manifold of a word

not let down by something way beyond my firm grasp

knowing the full weight of taking in the tidings

overcoming a deep upheaval after years

making a blog as one's own all-around truth-book

running back (calling itself) with nested build-crafts

steering away from any scuffles among brands

feeling like there's always thousands of things to do

needing to drain the swamp in my own life as well

having nowhere far to look forward to going