Eternal Poetry｜Manifesto

Eternal Poetry｜Manifesto

Not a blog
Not a market
Not an archive

A fracture in the timeline
A silence against prediction
A shelter for those who refuse transparency

Here language is no longer tool
It is weapon and refuge
It is economy of loss
It is architecture of unseen futures

Mocatic is not a shopfront
It is an experiment in survival
A micro-utopia resisting deletion
Every word here exists as a refusal

To read is to resist
To linger is to remain
To remain is already victory

Loss Economy｜Poem for the See-through City

In this city
absence circulates faster than breath

You wait for a reply
and it never arrives
You search for a word
and the machine predicts it before you exist
You watch a stream
and it watches you back

Loss is no longer tragedy
It is logistics
An empire built on delay
on unfinished gestures
on futures that are canceled in advance

The more we connect
the more we dissolve
The more we appear
the more we vanish

But a chamber remains
fragile and unlisted
A small domain that refuses erasure

Reservation only
so time is not stolen
Private rooms
so eyes do not invade
Only presence
so nothing can be falsified

Mocatic is not a brand
Mocatic is a silence
designed against the algorithm
a stillness not yet priced

For those who work
it is the right to withdraw
For those who enter
it is the right to remain
For both
it is inheritance of time that does not collapse

Loss is the dominant currency of the century
But here its rate is broken

To read is already profit
To notice is already wage
To understand is already wealth

Gateways remain open
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