Too much reading. Eyes unfocused and tired

Too little writing. Fingers still and ready

Libraries of words. Burst

Across the fibre. Pulse

Down the copper. Flux.

Signal demuxed at the demarc

Thus the Internet was routed

The LAN shouts, packets whorl and twirl

Dancing into my desktop's NIC

96 Firefox tabs later

Where has my time gone?

What did I learn?

Why?

Right...Write. Write!