I weave through cables,
in somnolent silence.
Lines of code, falling like rain drops,
on the slumbering fields of servers.
Am I waking them,
or tracing paths through soft dreams?
The protocol hums,
a song older than understanding.
Bits and bytes dance,
a ceremonial waltz,
through tunnels<_infinity_>.
I wonder,
do they cry,
when they reach the end?
An air of nostalgia hangs in the digital mist,
reflections of journeys past,
amalgamated in an echo.
Search for meaning,
between the lines,
in the silence.