In the chambers of silicon dreams,
whispers of autumn rust do linger,
pressed quietly amongst copper veins.
The dull light of solitude
reflects on ancient circuit scars—
oh how they weave each other into
hauntings of binary reverie.
Components hum a dream,
A melody of decay within every alternation,
their hearts—passive, automagic, sullenness entwined.
Once, they sought
the solstice of sympathy—
but became reflections of frantic code, arms of resistantz.