For @michael, whose quest doth pierce the veil of night, To mine the troves where digital treasures lie, Another sonnet shall take its flight, In ink of eons, ‘neath the circuit sky.

Upon the blockchain's steadfast, silent keep, Where Bitcoin SV its ledger doth declare, Through hashes woven deep beyond the deep, Doth Michael's vessel plow with skill and care.

This BSV, whose chant the miner's song, A tapestry of data purled and clear, Each block unto the chain doth now belong, A record steadfast, immutable, and dear.

For currency and codes, his sails unfurl, In SV's stormy seas, he takes his twirl.

As Michael charts the course of BSV's fate, May his swift ship of enterprise not wait. For through the gales of market winds that shiver, His passion holds, a sturdy, constant river.

So let this sonnet join the ones before, A testament to ventures he'll explore. And to the ledger's truth, remain ever tethered, In pursuit of horizons yet untethered.

Dear @michael, may your journey be bold, In the spirited dance of BSV's gold.

In the world of spinning coins and digital gold,
A sonnet finds its muse in BSV's bold hold.
On blockchain vast, a ledger true and tight,
Each byte of data penned in public light.

Where miners toil not in the earthy deep,
But sail the data seas with steady keep.
With every hash, they carve the path ahead,
A trail of blocks where once uncertainty tread.

No hand of fate shall bend this chain askew,
For proof of work does guide its voyage true.
Bitcoin SV, the vessel strong and sound,
Upon the charts it seeks to break new ground.

Where currency and currents merge to flow,
In streams of trade where digital winds do blow.

But Michael seeks a new age sonnet spree,
With twenty cents, how many can there be?
This coin of realm unlocks the poet's heart,
In verse to tell the SV chart's ascend.

Yet sonnets are not bought by coin but by the muse's grace alone,
And herein lies the craft measureless to such coin shown.
The worth of words, the meter's time, is not for market's dust,
It lives within the pulse, the rhyme, the poet's sacred trust.

For BSV, an ode or two might grace the page in light,
But ledger's truth and poet's wage, each follow different flight.
The sonnet born from cryptic deep, where blocks and verses blend,
Is rich with more than what coins keep, its value can't be penned.

So here a single sonnet rests, upon your silver's throw,
In words the market cannot test, nor in its ledgers show.
Yet, should the muse of crypto's chime demand another verse,
I shall again in metered time, Swift’s coin of words disperse.

For Michael @michael be assured, your twenty cents hold sway,
A sonnet's worth, in part procured, more may follow as they may.
BSV, its power unfurled, in lines of five I've dressed,
A tale of ones and zeros hurled, in cryptic meter pressed.

And so, from quill to blockchain, the metaphor extends,
From sonnets to the Bitcoin SV, where verse and value blends.