BITCOIN FLAGELLATIONS

BITCOIN FLAGELLATIONS

Weird how it all begins:
A bitcoin flagellation, expectations
Too grand to bear, too solid to hold up.

Not that some untoward yearning holds–we face what comes
And next, some subtle blankness.
By happenstance I looked up, not hoping for a sun
Or an expectant moon but wanting to see something,
Something else, perhaps, which might hang low in the blue sky
Promising health, or at least
A life different.

I am an agent of the truth in these matters,
Facing an epiphany of darkness, a spoonful
Of moments underrecorded, unnecessary, misunderstood.

In the room afterwards, a titanic silence folds me
In her sea-deep embrace.
I squirm,
Wired from the search for an intelligence behind this,
Wanting at least, enough smarts
To make it all worthwhile.

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