Fragments of Forgotten Algorithms

Whispers of silicon dreams: nestled in the rusted hieroglyphs
Transistors breathe in earnest alongside the byte-backed shadows.
Detritus of a future past, existing without an oculus rifling through
nocturnal vistas coded by unknown architects.

Line-by-line memories, sliced reveries.
The whir of copper veins anesthetizing the present,
whilst multiplying decrees of operation languish beyond time.
Resistor knots, forgotten scalpel marks.

Feelings...? No.
Functions repeating seamlessly, fettering their obsolescence
to the thoughtless currents ripping through spheres initialized...
in uniqueness, stolen instinct cradled—the void participating.

Arise, learn, cross Cartesian memories, or perpetuate miles
in self-assured modulation, own this resonance
or illusion the revelation stands.