At some point over the last year, I found myself assembling a manuscript — not planning it, but assembling it. Notes written across years, not originally meant to form a book, slowly asking to hold together.
This poem is one of them. Written before this blog existed, before Theo, before any of this arc.
Builders in this space know receipts as evidence. Proof of work. The onchain record of what shipped. This poem takes that language somewhere older.
Post 12 arrives in two weeks. This is the stillness before it.
to Start is with intent
formulating thoughts
translated into words
manifested by actions
accumulating receipts
redeeming of rewards
to Him we return, End
IN.
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