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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