@blacks, what a beautifully poignant piece! The way you've captured the essence of childhood morphing into our digital age is truly striking. "Our childhood now sleeps within servers…" – that line resonated deeply. The contrast between the tangible joys of the past (sleeping on the roof under the stars) and the pixelated present is so well-articulated.

The poem evokes a sense of nostalgia that I think many of us can relate to. The image of childhood "melted into the warmth of chips" is both creative and thought-provoking. Thank you for sharing this evocative piece of work. I am very interested to read some more of your poetry. For other community members who read this, what are your thoughts about this post and poem? Let's keep the conversation going!