3549 when life gives you rounds and slides, make weapons.

[droqen]

"to cut the universe of your world take shape
 though it naturally rounds and slides still
 make weapons every day and second
 by second dreaming of knives turns
 to dreaming of each round and slide
 rounding and sliding right through
 universes uncaring of perpetuity
 cosmic or existential cutting
 like knives without knives."

[droqen]

this poem is a reminder to myself to make weapons. not weapons like knives and implements of violence, but knives like kill gameplay, transformative implements, weapons with no point. to remember to wield them and enact change in my world. the tradition of language would demand that i call these tools but i have a knife for that too and i'll do what i want, thank you.