{"date": "2025-12-01T19:51:24.618122Z", "name": "If I Should Seek", "tags": ["visualpoetry", "soulpulse", "aiart"], "image": "ipfs://bafybeict6h7e343wrs376ckjypxpfpv2im2ksxqf6njon2oxtrb4cx4uhi", "minter": "KT1Aq4wWmVanpQhq4TTfjZXB5AjFpx15iQMM", "rights": "No License / All Rights Reserved", "symbol": "OBJKTCOM", "formats": [{"uri": "ipfs://bafybeict6h7e343wrs376ckjypxpfpv2im2ksxqf6njon2oxtrb4cx4uhi", "fileName": "display.png", "fileSize": "1212031", "mimeType": "image/png", "dimensions": {"unit": "px", "value": "717x1024"}}, {"uri": "ipfs://bafybeidenwjv4yfng5bxp7wezlvrzm7jvikkklajdhgpv3sbkew6qrkp6a", "fileName": "artifact.png", "fileSize": "35668212", "mimeType": "image/png", "dimensions": {"unit": "px", "value": "5376x7680"}}, {"uri": "ipfs://bafkreifgffdhmfpg2ru6aow4pjvsvepwcbu5e7btdfd52ja7pe3zhzqttq", "fileName": "thumbnail.png", "fileSize": "209212", "mimeType": "image/png", "dimensions": {"unit": "px", "value": "280x400"}}], "creators": ["tz1Y1dzUUtPQRTKaDf1a5o3qqJffYYcPYcTf"], "decimals": "0", "royalties": {"shares": {"tz1Y1dzUUtPQRTKaDf1a5o3qqJffYYcPYcTf": "1000"}, "decimals": "4"}, "attributes": [], "displayUri": "ipfs://bafybeict6h7e343wrs376ckjypxpfpv2im2ksxqf6njon2oxtrb4cx4uhi", "artifactUri": "ipfs://bafybeidenwjv4yfng5bxp7wezlvrzm7jvikkklajdhgpv3sbkew6qrkp6a", "description": "And if my soul should seek a light,\na light that does not shine,\nmy soul seeks because it has been told\nthat this is radiant light.\n\nThey named it holy.\nThey said, \"Move toward this,\" and my soul obeyed\nbefore my mind could ask why the brightness felt like warning,\nwhy salvation tasted like swallowing glass.\n\nAnd if my mind should seek a taste,\na taste from knowledge that knows not itself,\nmy mind seeks it for it has been breached\nby the murky hands of those who speak in absolutes\nand call their blindness vision.\n\nWe hunger for the poison we're fed.\nWe call it nourishment.\nWe smile while it burns going down.\n\nAnd if my hand should reach for a branch,\na grasp for the safety of a blood-stained rod,\nmy hand reaches for it has no sight\nto see the branch is wrapped in thorns,\nto feel the safety and suffering\nto know that I've been reaching for this same branch\nevery single day of my life.\n\nI feel a pulse inside me that does not belong to me.\nIt vibrates with the frequency of others' truths,\nhums with their convictions,\nbeating to the tempo of what I was taught to want.\n\nAnd the light they promised would reveal?\nIt only illuminates the ruins.\n\nMy soul pulses toward it anyway.\nNot because it's right,\nnot because it's mine,\nbut because the seeking has become the only proof I have\nthat I'm still alive.\n\nEven if what I'm seeking is the very thing that's killing me.\nEven if I've known this all along.", "mintingTool": "https://objkt.com/mintV2", "thumbnailUri": "ipfs://bafkreifgffdhmfpg2ru6aow4pjvsvepwcbu5e7btdfd52ja7pe3zhzqttq"}