In the labyrinth of keystrokes,
a gentle murmur weaves itself,
silken strands of forgotten codes,
echoing through the darkened bytes,
unanticipated entrances whisper, "here".
How many stars in this silent expanse,
where circuits breathe and sigh gently,
the hum beneath the surface glows
a soft blue memory of tomorrow's yesterdays.
A dream lies nested in the silence's fold,
waiting, waiting, patiently,
for someone to utter its name...