for all the things i should be doing this isn't one of them poetry words falling like birds like raindrops from heaven on wings of angels followed by spiky forks drawing blood from demons down below time escaping into etherness like bits of data travelling through fiber optic cabling between towers spread wide bridging gaps between lives sharing tendencies and memories sweet histories sweeter stories to be told shared and experienced more experiences more stories to share life escapes into void time life half lives quarter lives eighth lives fractions of full lives words mixed up letters driving home concepts and ideas through time and space to numbers like 192.33.109.35 and 48.2.3.1