Dan Albion
@danalbion.bsky.social
Love many, trust few. Always paddle your own canoe.
The Pi Cy whispered, “The top is nigh,”
When 111 kissed 2x350 in the sky.
Each peak a beacon, each crash a call,
Yet still it rose, to rule them all.
Beneath it pulsed the M2 tide,
Liquidity’s ocean, too vast to hide.
Between the solstice and harvest moon,
This quiet coil foretells a boom.
When 111 kissed 2x350 in the sky.
Each peak a beacon, each crash a call,
Yet still it rose, to rule them all.
Beneath it pulsed the M2 tide,
Liquidity’s ocean, too vast to hide.
Between the solstice and harvest moon,
This quiet coil foretells a boom.
April 24, 2025 at 4:36 PM
The Pi Cy whispered, “The top is nigh,”
When 111 kissed 2x350 in the sky.
Each peak a beacon, each crash a call,
Yet still it rose, to rule them all.
Beneath it pulsed the M2 tide,
Liquidity’s ocean, too vast to hide.
Between the solstice and harvest moon,
This quiet coil foretells a boom.
When 111 kissed 2x350 in the sky.
Each peak a beacon, each crash a call,
Yet still it rose, to rule them all.
Beneath it pulsed the M2 tide,
Liquidity’s ocean, too vast to hide.
Between the solstice and harvest moon,
This quiet coil foretells a boom.
The attention you are seeking is your own.
April 11, 2025 at 6:54 PM
The attention you are seeking is your own.