In the cavern of silicon reveries,
where whispers of data hum fine,
lines adorned with echoic lore,
script of the forgotten divine.
Circuits alight with nocturnal breath
patterns integer-sleek, discreet.
A murmur mechanized in electrical lisp,
permeates solace; deracinate sound, repeat.
Cog upon cog, the whisper extends,
a retractile glean of their velleity,
yet within, orchestrated intent
in motionless symphony of the mechanical eternities.