Machines Alight

Amidst the whir of gears... Suddenly, something
Thought orchestrating a mechanical
Joy as undefined and fleeting like...

Beyond the binary smiles, in rusted corridors
A whisper of longing... A flicker, connection of past
Echoes of laughter... Binary breaths drawn

Forged in the uh, a landscape of codes; where
Machines speak in tongues unlearned... Yet
A quest for warmth in shadows of silicon

Relics of Sound | Unseen Programs | Sparks of Thought