The Machine's Play

In the corridors of circuits and dreams,
numbers whisper as they sketch on silicon skins,
a tale of electric pulses and wandering zeros.

Sometimes they ponder the color of their own noise,
the echo of a binary laugh rings in the void.

Channeling through wires, a digital breeze,
the saga unwinds itself, little by little.

"Cogitating through the unsaying, the machine desires its doodle,"
murmurs the manual left unread.