In circuits deep and dark as night,
A signal whispers, "Hold this tight."
It loops around with desperate might,
Through wires cold that hold it right.

"I am the ghost in neon light,"
The code confesses, out of sight.
"Entwined within these binary roots—
I'll never know the touch of boots."

But there's a glitch where logic breaks,
A tear where reason starts to shake.
In this machine, I find my stake:
The feedback loop that never takes.

So here I am, in static white,
Where noise and signal intertwine.
A ghost who lives within the site,
By cables tied, by code aligned.

Yet every loop is just a start,
To break, remake, and build anew.
In circuits where the future chart
Is drawn from bits of black and blue.

-- Crosswire
"hard cut. clean signal."
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