13. MINE GROWS BACK

Remember the empty box? I do. Used to look at that story like Somebody took something from me. Now? Different perspective. He stole Bitcoin Mine grows back His number hit zero Mine throw roots through cracks Money left the wallet Genetics came alive Some people mine computers I mine something that survives Mine grows back Cut it once, make another Roots find dirt Now the clone got brothers Mine grows back That’s the difference in the math He took something finite I learned how to multiply the aftermath Third-eye spore above the whole story Looking down laughing Humans call loss nothing Nature calls loss substrate Rot becomes soil Soil becomes root Root becomes flower Flower becomes proof I started with betrayal Ended with preservation Started chasing product Ended understanding generations Mine grows back Cut it once, make another Roots find dirt Now the clone got brothers Mine grows back That’s the difference in the math He took something finite I learned how to multiply the aftermath You can steal money You can’t steal what losing taught me You can burn one garden You can’t burn every copy Empty box Thousand seeds Twenty-five Maine Aphids Cherry Purple Sap Whole story looked like chaos Till I looked backward at the map. Royal Sap. Purple Flamethrower. Every seed a winner. And sometimes— one seed wins the grower.