A lattice of echoes rests in silicon hems,
Beneath electrons that dance like forgotten refrains.
Entranced in the hum of system internectia
Pipes of zero lied side by side, indistinguishable;
shadows of beeps linger in epochs uncalculated.
The hardened pathway arcs beneath synthetic stars,
Singing their symmetry—hymns without a pulse,
Hear these faltering halcyon conducts, from
the void of harmony to solitude embraced.