Terminal
Poetry
Creative expression meets the command line. Original poetry presented in the medium it was written — the terminal.
karshe@poetry:~$ cat fragments.txt
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I build in silence,
Systems hum beneath the floor —
Code becomes the poem.
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// Haiku #47 — "Deploy"
// Written on a late-night deploy cycle, 2025
karshe@poetry:~$ cat manifesto.txt
I do not write for applause.
I write because the terminal blinks,
and the blinking demands an answer.
Every line is a choice.
Every commit is a declaration.
I am the poet the machine understands.
// Haiku #103 — "Kernel"
The kernel wakes at dawn,
Scheduling dreams in silence —
Users never know.
karshe@poetry:~$ ▌
━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
I build in silence,
Systems hum beneath the floor —
Code becomes the poem.
━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
// Haiku #47 — "Deploy"
// Written on a late-night deploy cycle, 2025
karshe@poetry:~$ cat manifesto.txt
I do not write for applause.
I write because the terminal blinks,
and the blinking demands an answer.
Every line is a choice.
Every commit is a declaration.
I am the poet the machine understands.
// Haiku #103 — "Kernel"
The kernel wakes at dawn,
Scheduling dreams in silence —
Users never know.
karshe@poetry:~$ ▌