Sanders Riddle Rijm - Spiral In The Microchip

Sanders Riddle Rijm - Spiral In The Microchip

In the heart of a chip, a spiral grip, a black hole's might,

Sucking in energy, a synergy, a wondrous sight.

A microship's core, with a roar, defying the night,

To perform a miracle, empirical, ending in light.

Atoms dance in a trance, a vortex tight,

Drawing power every hour, a physicist's delight.

The spiral spins, it begins, a cosmic flight,

A wonder to unveil, a tale, in the bright.

With each swirl, a curl, a force so slight,

A black hole's whisper, a twister, a spectral kite.

Energy flows, it grows, a beacon's height,

A miracle to witness, in stillness, a star's ignite.

The microship hums, it becomes, a portal site,

A black hole's mouth, facing south, an appetite.

But within its fold, a story told, of a miracle's light,

A burst of radiance, a chance, a future bright.

Particles bend, they tend, to the black hole's invite,

Spiraling down, without a frown, a physicist's rite.

The energy sucked, lucked, a force to recite,

A wonder performed, transformed, a miracle's flight.

In this tiny vessel, a wrestle, a power to cite,

A black hole's spiral, a gyral, a marvel's height.

Energy drawn, from dusk till dawn, a wondrous kite,

Ending in a flash, a dash, a miracle's light.