Aqueous bombs descend from these eyes /
As I wonder beneath nightfall. /
Seeing, hearing the kaleidoscopic dream /
As it unravels, unfurls through me /
Heightens my perceptivities. /

I am luminous, I am luminous /
As I glisten upon the dreamscape. /
I am a cosmic reverberation, /
An ethereal resonation /
Luminosity, blue-hot./

Self-sovereignty: /
I am a freedom all my own, /
Lows (algid), /
Highs (empyreal, pyroclastic); /
I am astral. /

With the fiat system of money printing
     It’s possible to receive money without
          The creation of any value for anyone.
               These messed up incentives entice
                    Some in politics and power realms
                         To get close to the printing of new
                              Money in order to steal this wealth
                                   Therefore
                              Let’s move to a money system with
                         Aligned incentives where people only
                    Receive money as they create real
                Value and wealth for others in the
           Free market, leading to prosperity
     Based on hard work and creativity.
Bitcoin is this aligned value solution

when is is all there is where isn't was
and all the sky's inside a blue balloon
and everywhat is known to be because
God is too good to be believed too soon

then breathing breath doth verily become
(in spite of all the sayers saying nay)
a joy exploding all the threats of doom
since every doomsday dies before its day

Money represents
My time
And my life
Which comes from
My labor
My tears
And my strife

I get to choose where
To store
Up my wealth
Where it won’t be taken
By inflation
And stealth

Bitcoin’s the best place
It’s robust
And secure
So my time and my life
And my wealth
Can endure

No way for the looters
To steal
And debase
The thieving from fiat,
Bitcoin
Can replace

My technoscribbles haven't all cachet;
A mother hen on Friday farts an egg.
Even a swill of parlance has a say
When maple roadmaps varicose a leg.
A skinnydipping nakedest remote
Viewer that loons a dreaming skims a pond
Fractals a nascent green and gleimous note
Hanging athwart with someone's else's blonde.
Take heart.  The fish have lungs and breathe the air
Of a new day when everyfish can ***
With or without a whiff of underwear,
Though salty tears are sweetest under the sea.
Milfs are a pack of pickleballing hots
Playing to win a plate of tater tots.

Unless you see your chains you're not free
Unless you see your flesh you're not spirit
And unless spirit and soul mutually see
You cannot know there's Another in your midst

Unless you are silent and still
You cannot feel the gentle wind
Nor hear its whispering song
Nor discern it's voice in the harmony, or dissonance

That knowing freedom is beyond the door
Suffices not that you get up and walk
For there must be light and you've eyes to see
And you're not chained nor door's a devious trap
To tempt an escape to increase the sin
And fear whispering of uncertainties
Of vast unknowns and stranger unseen yet
And perhaps the door leads to just more doors
Better well-fed and cared-for but a slave
Then free, hungry and lost, and soon all dead
For freedom is for the living and free