THE END: Bite me #9/12

Bite me, short poetry

Bite me in WEBIII, In the digital sea, I'm free. Surfing bytes, I wander, In the vastness of cyberspace, I find my home.

Biting SHITCOIN with my feet IV, A digital dance, a market rhythm. Amidst the chaos, I bark and growl, But in the spaces, I find solace, whole.

Here I am Biting Air, Clinging to intangible despair. But in the emptiness, I find release, In the breath of freedom, I find peace.