That haunting visage
Of mimicry and life
Strange in its infancy
Lonesome in its youth
...
The Blockchain technology of life is
but a shadow of reality
We are truly fearfully and wonderfully made
...
Disposing the remaining coins of
its lonesome existence
Gazing at the noisome pains of conquering sorrows
the little crit could only shrink
...
Perfect she stood - still
Mists of greatness rise;
Art and coherence one
...