Echoing Lines Beneath the Whispers

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.