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.

Orange glow The rush, the crush, the dash for cash to stash and smash the walls and halls and malls of old gold that's sold for less of the mess and more of the stress than before while more and more score the mark of cain the spark of pain that all told is so so cold. Rather, farther and farther out where air and care meet in the breath of innocence... we see the glee, the sigh, the sign that me and thee might win and, skin aflame, another game is played deeds are done and none are blamed ... all who ask can bask... in the Orange glow.