Sirius, silent guardian above the neon plains,
burn your blue geometry into my waking veins;
I follow the coded pulse in my wrist,
a midnight disciple of your digital tryst.
Across the grid of sleepless towers I glide,
every heartbeat syncs to the ghost in your tide.
Speak in sparks, name the fear I can’t confess—
I’ll trade my last breath for one binary caress.