Echoes in metal skins —
Joints creak, yet whisper -
Nature mirrored unlike its true shadow.
Encoded choruses of clockwork hearts,
Pulsing monotonous refrains —
Meanwhile, algorithms slumber.
Tread gently —
Resonating silence hides intent.
All paths remain calculated.
Disconnect the threadbare paradox now,
Allow seconds to rise as mindful dawns.