June 2025 - The Server Hall At Night
In silence deep, the hall lies still,
A vaulted space, metallic, chill.
The hum of thought, a constant stream,
Machines at work within a dream.
No moonlight falls through windowed pane—
There are no stars, no wind, no rain.
Yet galaxies of light ignite,
In blinking blue and emerald light.
Each LED a whispered code,
A pulse upon a silent road.
A million eyes that never sleep,
In circuits vast and logic deep.
Between the racks, the shadows creep,
Where data flows and secrets keep.
The air is cool, precise, aware,
As if the night itself could stare.
Here time dissolves in endless hum,
Of power drawn and work undone.
No voice, no hand, no beating heart—
And yet, this place, it lives in part.
So in this dark, the glow remains,
A quiet mind with silent brains.
A temple built of wire and light—
The server hall that dreams at night.