Mosslight Reckoning

I stepped out past the reedbeds into the cold air

Forty kilometers to trace the software (hmmm)

My cadence matches the rainfall on the leaves

Running routes through damp clay and overgrown trees

API calls branching out like fungal networks in the soil Seven thousand

micro-decisions in a coil

Redesigning the diagrams on a wet screen

Debugging the script while sliding down a ravine (haha)

And the frog keeps turning up in the system logs

Quiet green migrations crossing over the bogs

Distributed networks beneath the thick moss

Just another hill to negotiate and cross (yeah)

Optimise the route, index the marshy database Negotiating four hours of sleep

in a cold place

Is the infrastructure growing underneath the peat?

Or is it just the rhythm of these running feet?

Diagrams redesigned on the back of a damp envelope Thirty-two parameters of

hope (ahhh)

API beside the stream Microservices

inside

a dream Mycelium connecting the compute

Quiet green

return on the route (croak)

Back to the pond,

closing down the screens

Just a wet frog sleeping in the reeds (hmmm)