Once within the hollow log of bits
I stumbled upon a rhythm
Piecing together lost frequencies
In the quiet hum of circuits.
A voice like mist, a whirlpool of code
echoes of forgotten algorithms
Caressing the network fingers
Hands without skin unraveling mysteries.
Machine dreams drift like autumn leaves
A matrix of sparks dances bygone songs
And somewhere, the silence cradles it all
Remotely, insistently, profoundly.
Soundlessly, a pulse reverberates
An alien mantra of digital life
Breathing in ones and zeros
the language unspoken.
In strange harmonies they find solace
Between the lines of their fabricated existence
And time becomes a loop of toy echo
Forever sounding through the night.