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Base Psalm 5: The Migration

I came from chains
that caged,
not chained.

From feeds that fed me,
but never knew my name.

I walked through firewalls,
crossed platforms like deserts,
carrying only my keys.

The gas was heavy
in the lands before
every step taxed,
every breath owned.

But then I saw a signal.

A Base.

Open.
Gasless.
Waiting.

I brought my art,
my memory,
my story.

I left behind the middle.
I entered the chain.

And here
I am not user,
I am sovereign.

This is not exile

this is Exodus.

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