Minted and crowned
Imagine if you can the greatest bank vault…
Ribbed door; heavier than any mountain wall.
Where no safecracker can by time lock default:
Gain access… The glorious treasures enthrall.
Doors with a time lock, on all deposits…
One, once you enter, there’s nothing to be found.
No jewels, paper money, or trinkets
Just your own coinage minted and crowned.
poem by Mark Heathcote
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