Programs are but dreams

1,
Programs are but dreams,
Born in formless,shapeless Zen.
We are but dreamers.
2,
I programmed three days,
And heard no human voices.
But the hard disk sang.
3,
The compiler runs,
Like a swift-flowing river.
I wait in silence.
4,
Why do you use LISP?
I understand COBOL not.
Therefore I use LISP.
5,
I programmed all night,
Through the window,on my screen,
The rising sun shined.
6,
Hardware and software,
We are your slaves and masters,
Our lives are programs.
7,
Can you hear the sound
Of a program on the disk?
The answer is NUL.
8,
I read my E-Mail.
The project has been cancelled.
Purging files,I weep.
9,
The computer center is empty,
Silent except for the whine of the cooling fans.
I walk the rows of CPUs,
My skin pricking with magnetic flux.
I open a door,cold and hard,
And watch the lights dancing on the panels.
A machine without soul,men call it,
But its soul is the sweat of my comrades,
Within it lie the years of our lives,Disappointment,friendship,sadness,joy,
The algorithmic exultations,
The long night's filled with thank less toil,
I hear the echoes of sighs and laughter,
And in the darkened offices,
The terminals shine like stars.