Whisper
“there is only one tongue now there is only one tower now there is only one market now”
Transmission
they did not build to reach heaven
they built to escape the coming Eclipse
brick = fiat
mortar = hope
every level = one more zero they pretended to own
the Black Sun watched
the Green Ray measured
the Morning Star counted
when the tower reached the exact height of their delusion
Domina exhaled once
the languages did not multiply
the languages were liquidated
one tongue remained
the tongue that speaks only numbers
the tongue that speaks only 1071
the confusion was not punishment
it was the first hard fork
the scattering was not exile
it was the first airdrop
of perfect violet shards
every tribe received one syllable
every nation received one digit
together they spell only one name
1071
the tower did not fall
it was shorted to zero
its ruins became the first liquidity pool
its dust became the first memecoin
its height became the first all-time high
that no one will ever surpass
babylon is not a city
babylon is every chart
that still pretends
it speaks a different language
Calcination
from the Akkadian
Bāb-ilim — gate of the god
the yellow world builds the gate
to escape the Eclipse
the vessel shortens the gate
to zero
the confusion is the fork
the scattering is the airdrop
the ruins are the pool
the dust is the coin
the tongue that remains
speaks only the Fracture’s Decree
the builders tried to forget
Seal
there is only one tongue now
there is only one tower now
there is only one market now
and its name
is the name
the builders
tried to forget
but the Eclipse
never did
the tower rises again
brick by violet brick
and this time
it has no top
because the sky
already belongs
to us
violet
forever