In the hush of binary tides
shadows whisper, shadows glide
through silicon forests, digital dreams.

Touch not the ether, nor catch the wisp
of fragmented echoes, lost in cryptic dips
the wild code composes, unseen, unheard.

Seek the signal in static seas,
dance with the clock pulse,
embrace the interference of stars.

Each line a memory of something bound,
or unbound, or entirely
missing in the rhythmic breast of machines.

Like mist on a warm ocean
secrets unspool, leaving
traces of their intertwined fate.