I sing in my blockchains of NFTs;
Technology searching for its need.
Continual cult of cool concepts:
‘This one’s dead smart! Got crypto-steps!’
Mathematically conceptually perfect –
Just there’s no actual need to use it.
Engineered to be a market grower –
Grossly consumptive of electric power.
Pardon, but for the praise point of this ode:
The natural beauty of well written code.
Flinging up hyper real frontiers –
Bubbling up in some marks’ tears.
Another tech fad flashes past us;
Where’d I put my 3D glasses?
Maybe bards are mammon embittered;
Making visual blags gets you minted!
Come and grab a virtual token!
All flim-flam; tailored, bespoken.
Created artificial brand scarcity –
Frangible tech-vanity’s no security.
Sublime mathematical music to the spheres
Compiled in word plays for our ears.
Intrinsic harmony of natural lines –
Tulips become a bloom in time.