time is the dimension 

into which our lives unfold 

( explode )

it's a ledger

an engine

a place to iterate

My tiny house

this little node

of pinned transaction hashes

of the moments taller than they were wide

the ones where we were really alive

My actions to your reactions

dictions folded into fictions

concatenated strings

wrapped around every finger

the memories that marionette our future

Forked and deprecated trees

of merkled and murky decisions

of dreams

The way wine tastes different after a decant

if it's alive you're supposed to let it /breathe/