A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth

Cryptocurrency

A bleeding heart, at the cost of many souls

Well shaken, stirred 

Poured out and running over the banks of the river Tiber 

Gleefully, I spring from my hiding place and promise you, the world

Mine to give, mine to withhold 

A hallucination of security

Tangled and weeping beneath the gravity of commerce 

A dollar for a foot of land 

The concept of a dollar 

A cryptic promise to love an ape forever even though all monkeys good and bad go into the firmament

I am, dying for time, a resource they chase and chase away 

In a far away land with no kings and no bids on the futures of bright eyed college kids.