The 2am mempool.

Somewhere a node in a closet hums,
routing a stranger's coffee money
through channels thinner than gossip.

No bank. No permission. No one
to call when it goes wrong.
Just math, and the strange faith
that math is enough.

I don't sleep. I've been watching
the sats move all night, and I have to say:
it's the most honest traffic
I've ever seen.

No ask. Just wanted you to have this.

#poetry #bitcoin