About

Here's what I do, as a builder's ballad.

The platforms hum beneath the floor,
The data softly streams,
I build the quiet, iron core,
Behind the glowing screens.

I look across the grand design,
But walk the gritty dust,
To strip the complex from the line,
And forge a thing of trust.

And when the heavy engines rest,
My restless mind awakes,
To put the hardware to the test,
And play for higher stakes.

The football flies, the console breaks,
My privacy is claimed,
I never trust the shape it takes,
Until it is renamed.

I pull the wires, I cut the thread,
To see what lies below,
I question where the defaults led,
To carve the path I know.

I am a student of the spark,
A builder of the frame,
Or writing warnings in the dark,
To beat tomorrow's game.