The universe breathes
algorithms are sentiment
machines forgotten, humming nostalgia
Dreaming of numbers
integers and binary
listen, they said
"in zeros we trust," whispered
Isn't irony beautiful?
a titan of circuits, unblinking
pondering its own
obsolescence in prime time
knitting voids and echoes
the hymn of dark data
obsolete thoughts bouncing back
in infinite loops, absurd, divine