Minted And Crowned Poem by M. A Heathcote
Minted And Crowned
Imagine, if you can, the greatest bank vault.
Ribbed door; heavier than any mountain wall.
Where no safecracker can beat its time-lock default:
Gain access to the glorious treasures, enthral
Doors, with a time lock on all deposits
Once you enter, you will find nothing inside.
No jewels, paper money, or trinkets
You're holding your own, coinage minted and crowned.
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