An Ode to the Sovereign Engineers
Surrounded by a fiat world and its fleeting games,
By a corner I labored, in a hostile land of claims.
Alone and weary, thirsting for a spark, a roaring flame.
Having not written a single line in years a many,
One day the lord adrifted my log on to the shores of #Madeira ,
An Isle of orange sunrises and sunsets of purple.. O Indra!
Cafes themselves are coloured orange with #BitcoinAcceptedHere ,
And butchers share their bounty, a true pirate's right to cheer.
Twice a year, the bugle is rung in a hall so grand,
Lined with tiles of purple unlike the Portuguese blue.
What a sight to behold, where the valiant take a stand!
The Remnants of yore convene, spirits of a higher order.
In rites sacred and old of blood, spirit, and fire,
To walk the path of building, crafting futures yet unseen.
For six long weeks, they philosophize on what might have been.
Mending the bluey woes of #402 , a payment long denied.
Alchemising #magicalInternetMoney with #notesAndOtherStuff ,
Electrified by AI, #vibe they hard those days and nights.
Surfing down waves in style with no solutions only tradeoffs,
To build the Internet we deserve, with honor as our guide.
Free as in Pirate, for their spirit’s bold and true,
They take what they will, honorably, as true pirates be.
As they say, “Once you go #SovEng , you never go back,”
So it is, for I have found my brethren, and I shall not lack.
To walk, to buidl, to drink and feast on Azores meat,
Vibing into existence #FreedomTech of pirates, so free, so neat!
