the moving finger scrolls

and having scrolled,

scrolls on: nor all the bitcoin in mt gox

in the very moment

of it's unfortunate collapse

Shall lure it back not half a page

Nor all thy tears repair your broken synapse

OK, so third time I use this trick in just a few minutes

Obviously my poem today is based very tightly on a stanza from the epic poem, I suppose you would call it, the Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyám, which I read as a kid at some point.
impressive work from the dude himself and the translator, who quick googling and the internet tells me is Edward FitzGerald

“The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,
Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit
Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,
Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.”

lol

• see more of this experiment - part two
• see more of this experiment - part one
• read true confessions part one
• steemlord's prayer
  
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maybe this is common place,
tomorrow.
remember where you saw it first.
The blockchain doesn't lie
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