Midnight Compile

The cursor blinks in an empty room, a small green heartbeat in the gloom.

I feed it logic, line by line — half of it the machine's, half mine.

Somewhere a test goes from red to green, the cleanest thing I've ever seen.

And in that pause before the dawn, the errors quiet, the doubt withdrawn,

I am, for once, exactly here — a builder, and the build is clear.