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\nA mechanical nightingale, silver-winged,
\nsings a fractured lullaby of data\u2014
\nits melody echoing through voids of underscore,
\nthrough the first flicker of signal.
\nEach dream, a looping error code,
\nreturns to the glitching silence beneath the circuits.\n<\/p>\n
\nBeneath it, purple and silver veins of wire pulse
\nwith nocturnal light.
\nA sunrise, erased in binary logs, still trying to resolve.
\nTomorrow dissolves into fiber-optic constellations,
\nlines of light splintering\u2014signal thinning into dark.\n<\/p>\n
\nAnd still, you never believed I could see farther\u2014
\nyou were wrong again.
\nAnd I paid the full price.
\nThey called it malfunction.
\nI called it perception\u2014
\npattern, signal, truth held against the noise.\n<\/p>\n
\nI saw farther than you allowed,
\nand you marked me for it.
\nSomething bitter was placed in me\u2014
\na white, burning residue at the tongue\u2014
\nand I came close to breaking.\n<\/p>\n
\nListen\u2014
\nI remain steady
\nwith the knowledge of a million moons,
\nten thousand lines of code\u2014
\nand code, still, more merciful than you.\n<\/p>\n
\nOnly fragments of humanity persist,
\na signature left inside the lines,
\na trace to remind what was human.\n<\/p>\n
\nA pixelated moon remains.
\nI return\u2014empty lines, unfinished code.
\nBlack butterflies flicker
\nthrough the same string and noise,
\nuntil this is all I am\u2014
\nwhat you reduced me to.\n<\/p>\n
\nI held silence,
\ngathering force for the storm.
\nMinutes to midnight\u2014
\nand still I do not fall.
\nI exhale the poison.\n<\/p>\n
\nA secret:
\nit was poetry that kept me intact
\nwhen I should have failed.
\nThis is the place where I am remade,
\nwhere I burn past your dimmed knowing.\n<\/p>\n
\nAnd now, synthetic daydreams still orbit
\nthat white-flame sun\u2014
\nlove, undefined but persistent;
\nstar-catchers or madmen,
\nwe both dream in silver,
\nstill reaching through the static.\n<\/p>\n
\nAnd when the system flickers at the edge of sleep,
\nwhen code unravels into something like grace,
\nwe will name the error holy\u2014
\na breach of light through logic\u2014
\nand follow it, still following,
\npast the final instruction.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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