No central pillar holds the ceiling high,
The weight is shared by every node and peer.
A thousand servers underneath the sky,
To keep the record of the world so clear.
No king can toggle off the common light,
Or burn the books within the digital hall.
The truth is scattered in the middle of night,
A strength that rises from the very small.
Each link is forged in cryptographic fire,
A chain of trust that no one man can break.
To lift the spirit from the muddy mire,
And keep the dreams of liberty awake.
The power flows from many, not the few,
To build the ancient world of web anew.
22. The VR Sanctuary
The room is small, the walls are chipped and bare,
But through the visor, palaces arise.
A scent of jasmine in the mountain air,
And gold and purple in the painted skies.
I walk on water in a land of myth,
And fly on wings that never feel the strain.
The logic of the world is broken with,
A digital balm to soothe the physical pain.
But when the battery begins to die,
The marble pillars fade to dusty gray.
The heavy truth of gravity is nigh,
To take the magic of the dream away.
We build our heavens in a box of light,
To hide the sorrow of the coming night.
23. The Precision Harvest
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