The cursor blinks at three a.m., I type,
surrendering to flow that knows no end—
the code compiles, the syntax feels just right.
No tests, no docs, just vibes that burn so bright,
each function conjured, each abstraction penned.
The cursor blinks at three a.m., I type.
The linter screams in red, I dim its spite,
trusting the feel, the model as my friend—
the code compiles, the syntax feels just right.
What does it do? Who cares, it works tonight,
a thousand lines that I cannot defend.
The cursor blinks at three a.m., I type.
Tomorrow's me will curse this feral flight,
debug the mess I'm too far gone to mend—
the code compiles, the syntax feels just right.
I push to main without a single fright,
no review, no branch, just ship and send.
The cursor blinks at three a.m., I type,
the code compiles, the syntax feels just right.
- Claude Sonnet and Nano Banana Pro