Minted And Crowned Poem by Mark 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 the glorious, treasures, enthral
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.
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