I felt my way into this thing. Underpinned by cavernous warehouses... With humming fans and green unblinking eyes. Electric dragons hoarding digital gold in metal caves. And in pulses adding their million buzzing circuits to the hornets swarm. I felt my way into this thing. The dream fabric of an anonymous crypto shaman. Ephemeral yet compelling, Nowhere and yet everywhere. And the echo of his drumbeat chanting still holds the rhythm, The base note of the tribal heart. Let's feel our way into this thing. The final weight and measure of the human arc, The elliptic curve of complex spaces, Holding flourishing, centering. A distributed conductor, giving preference to neither bow nor string. So tone and pitch and key can marry in overarching transcendance.

I've been working on the art of writing poetry for the last 3 years. I managed to keep to a daily discipline of one poem a day until about 6 months ago. I'm going to start to post what I feel.is worthwhile. I'm hoping it kindles the discipline again. a lot of it is inspired by the meaning, potential and implications of Bitcoin. I hope it strikes a chord now and then.

Day 2 of 100 till 100k.

Hey nostr. Trying out some newness. let me know if it hits.