Long on Freedom

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Long on Freedom

I sign my name beside a hollowed coin,
ink brewed from bankers’ breath and crumbling time.
With borrowed sparks I strike a signal-fire,
letting molten code streak through iron wires.

The paper palace quivers—thin façade
of promises that soften in first light.
I pivot, stake my claim in digital stone,
an algorithmic reef that feels like home.

Beyond the reef I glide, a pilgrim tide,
unshackled from the rusting anchor’s lie.
Each block a star, each key a turning sky—
I swim the open ledger, debt behind.

Debt behind, yet freedom bought with debt:
a paradox the old world won’t forget.

Explanation

The poem portrays taking on debt (“borrowed sparks”) to acquire “digital stone” (Bitcoin, the so-called digital gold). The hollowed coin and bankers’ breath evoke fiat money’s fragility, while the paper palace images the crumbling edifice of the legacy monetary system.

Pivoting toward an algorithmic reef symbolizes shifting savings into a mathematically secured network, sturdy amid the flux of fiat. Swimming beyond the reef captures the act of escaping centralized control and entering an open-source ocean where every block becomes a guiding star.

Finally, the closing couplet highlights the strategic irony: leveraging fiat debt (“short fiat”) to gain a long position in an asset engineered to outlast fiat itself—freedom financed by what enslaves.

자유를 향한 롱포지션

텅 빈 주화 곁에 내 이름을 새깁니다
은행가 숨결로 빚어낸 잉크, 부서지는 시간.
빌린 불꽃으로 신호 불을 지펴
녹아내린 코드가 강철 선로를 달립니다.

종이 궁전이 떨립니다—얇은 허울,
새벽빛에 녹아내리는 약속.
나는 방향을 틀어 디지털 돌에 터를 잡고
알고리즘 산호초 위에 집을 짓습니다.

산호초 너머, 순례자 물결 따라 미끄러지며
녹슨 닻의 거짓에서 풀려납니다.
블록마다 별이 되고, 키마다 하늘이 돌아
나는 열린 장부를 헤엄칩니다, 빚은 뒤로.

빚은 뒤로, 그러나 빚으로 산 자유—
낡은 세계가 잊지 못할 역설입니다.

해설 

시의 텅 빈 주화와 은행가 숨결은 가치가 희석된 화폐를 가리키며, 종이 궁전은 부채로 세운 경제 체제를 은유합니다. 빌린 불꽃은 레버리지, 곧 빚을 뜻하며, 그것으로 지핀 신호 불은 블록체인을 통한 탈중앙 거래를 암시합니다.

디지털 돌과 알고리즘 산호초는 채굴이 끝나도록 총량이 고정된 디지털 금, 즉 비트코인의 견고함을 나타냅니다. 산호초를 벗어나 펼쳐진 열린 장부는 퍼블릭 레저 위에서 누구도 방해할 수 없는 자유로운 부의 이동을 표현합니다.

마지막 연은 “피앗을 숏, 디지털 금을 롱” 하는 전략의 역설을 드러냅니다. 불안정한 화폐로부터 빚을 내어(‘사슬’ 이용) 오히려 그 사슬을 끊고 자유의 대해로 나아가는 모습—채무로 자유를 산다는 아이러니가 이 시의 핵심 메시지입니다.

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