Hodlpoet on Nostr: I felt my way into this thing. Underpinned by cavernous warehouses... With humming ...

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.