The Dawn of Algorithms
XV January MMXXVI2 min
The first rays strike the screen
Where lines of code dance free
Like verses under keen review
Seeking their rhythm, their decree.
Variables slowly come to life
Constants take their soaring flight
While the sun unfurls its light
Its functions on the golden sky.
What is a poem, but a script
Where the soul finds its executor?
And what is an algorithm, but a tale
Where logic finds its troubadour?