Romantic
Silver-gray ripples are the whispers of synapses,
Flickers of shattered gold the flames of neurotransmitters;
Geometric circuits encode pleasure in golden ratios.
A thousand strands of metal murmur in light and shadow,
Weaving reason into the warp and weft of romance.
In the instant of touch, a ripple of starlight spreads from the fingertip—
That is the harmony of industry and poetry.
