No stage made of velvet, no spotlight's bright glare,
Just pixels and thoughts, floating free in the air.
The Farcaster beckons, an open invite,
To share what you know, in the digital light.
With fingers that tap, and ideas that bloom,
You launch your own cast, dispelling all gloom.
A link or a photo, a question so deep,
Secrets you've pondered, while others still sleep.
The network receives it, a whisper, a shout,
No gatekeepers stand, to filter it out.
From faraway lands, or just down the street,
Your words find an audience, honest and sweet.
So fear not the blankness, the screen's empty stare,
Your voice has a place, a moment to share.
For this is the freedom, the spirit so true,
The Farcaster's promise, for me and for you. 6 replies
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