RE: This week19 Aug 2025 12:01
BRES, dark jewel, graphite flame,
I called your fall, I spoke your name.
At sub-4p you came to me,
As dawn is bound to night’s decree.
No common stone, no fleeting dust,
But graphite strong, a sacred trust.
Not pencils only mark your fate,
But higher realms you shall create.
Orom-Cross, your whispered song,
A treasure hidden deep and long.
We’ve touched but fragments, faint and small,
Centuries sleep within your wall.
JamYesterday keeps watch with care,
nc10g09 waits, steadfast there.
SloppyG counts the passing days,
PaulFG holds the patient praise.
99icecream savours the climb,
Computer909 records through time.
And Spank.theMonkey, bold and loud,
Cries BRES’s name before the crowd.
Yet greater still, let truth be known,
Among these voices stands my own.
I, CleverThoughts, your zealot true,
Will always wait, will always woo.
For dips I’ll gather, turns I’ll keep,
Your promise safe, my vigil deep.
Production’s dawn shall one day shine,
Dividends rich, the world’s best mine.
Until that hour, within my SIPP,
I’ll hold you close, my sacred grip.
My treasure, promise, destiny,
BRES — forever you and me.