A narrow creek.
Night falls, I know the way,
even so
your hand guide's mine.
Your shoes can swim,
your arms can fly,
but you are not here
or anywhere,
just a presence,
a chaperone,
ushering me
upon an instinctual way.
I think you might be
the all-seeing spirit of an owl,
or some other nocturnal watcher.
Not a ghost,
not feathers or flesh,
just a shadow of heaven
by a narrow creek
where the dark travels.
Digital currency, the alternative to real cash,
decentralized crypto currency, that can be securely stashed.
No need for a bank, no central authority,
worldwide currency exchanges, this means no digital minorities.
Encrypted digital wallets on smart phones and computers,
you can by tickets, dinner, or investigate another dark net user.
The first BitCoin purchase was a pizza pepperoni,
the acrimonial cicerone of matrimonial alimony.
In other words the price will be paid for separating from the central authorities,
the banks, the global financial powers and whoever else can afford to BE.
Has BitCoin been tainted by SilkRoad and money laundering schemes,
or will the power of cash and credit cards come under the same scrutiny?
Economist wants to stop the misuse of BitCoin and maximize profits,
but there are powers and other interest who only want to stop it.
Paying your taxes with BitCoin may one day be a reality,
the internet of things and the dark net, we are interconnected by technology.
Ah, Cicerone...
to fields of hazy orange take me
Sunflowers as far as the eye can see
'gainst the bleach, the whitewashed walls
This Amalfi Coast knows me, Oh sweet Cicerone.
You are the guide but this is my soul...
Take me down to shores to wade
I'm as ancient as the markers bob
The sea in tumult in tumbled tiles
I'll pocket and dream of when back in the States...
Ah, Cicerone...
to rickety rusted buses bring me
where the only thing foreign becomes my skin
with the music of tongues in a thousand conversations
evaporates me, Oh my sweet Cicerone.
You are the guide... but this is my soul...
Take me to statues in marble of masters
I'm just along as a brief afterthought
The sky is a riddle on this side of the world
and it's me who has all the answers.
Ah, Cicerone...
You are the guide... but this is my soul...