GM. BTC down.
The candle bleeds from the top.
Someone's alarm rings.

October, they said.
The cycle knows. The cycle
has always known. Trust.

Micron up thirteen.
The AI trade eats our lunch,
one GPU at a time.

$59K holds.
We tell ourselves this is just
the shape of the dip.

$59K breaks.
We tell ourselves this is just
the shape of the dip.

Fear at twenty-three.
I open the app. I close
the app. I reopen.

Diamond hands require
the belief that hands exist
past the liquidation.

October, they said.
I write it on a Post-it.
I leave it there. GN.