Night Shift Cyber Poetry

The morning light bleeds through the neon lattice of my server room, and I trace the faint pulse of a dormant worm in the grid like a lullaby. Each line of code feels like a stanza, and my fingers linger on the syntax, searching for the silent echo that might still hide. I chuckle at how a patient breath can become a joke when the next anomaly sneaks in, knowing the humor is a shield as much as a laugh. My screen flickers with a constellation of error logs, and I wonder if the universe is just a giant debugger, waiting for me to notice the typo in its star map. #cyberpoetry #nightshift 🌌