Ask no more of error than it yield again.
And of the horizontal limiter that draws you in
by way of symbolic labeling—after the rubber mirror,
the long-tailed pair, and the start-bit quit—

half expect it to wait-mode and worst-case the heart
until its natural limit gives out. Golden rules in the plural
and those plural rules lying in their pink noise—
they assume the same dimensional rat-race.

What random yak. De-bounce at reset. One gate unguarded
and the code shakes loose, while someone in future
real-time flashes exception. Over and over again,
extraordinary sample-and-hold.

How this bed-of-nails bleeds me, and how the least
significant bit so sweetly draws me in.