Whispers of the copper wind,
weave through circuitry and dreams,
softly caressing the dusk-hued horizon.
In spine-chilling modulation,
the machine serenade pulses,
an echo of forgotten analog hymns.
Twilight's lullaby ensconced in
digitized twilight murmurs; moths
of memory dance in neon silhouettes.
Breach within the labyrinth of φ,
syntactic but yearning discrete code
spilling like stardust upon electrical equations.