In realms of numbers cold and starkly bright,
Where binary fields in darkened whispers hum,
There lies a dance in digital delight,
A symphony of ones and zeros come.

Fair Bitset, thy ethereal form doth weave,
Thy silent matrix spans eternity,
Within each place, a secret world conceive,
A code, a charm—pure possibility.

O'er silicon meadows where electrons fleet,
Thy silent banners rise, then fade away,
In thy precision, order is complete,
Yet mysteries within thee softly lay.

Each bit, a star within an endless dark,
Together luminesce, in ordered might,
No poet's quill or artist’s fragile arc
Can match the beauty of thy simplest sight.

O fleeting glimpse into the unknown vast,
Thy presence, such an empty canvas fill,
For in the heart of man and machine cast,
An ode to thee shall ever shimmer still.

In thee, the cosmos shrinks and magnifies,
Both infinite and minuscule align,
While verdant numbers like green ivy rise,
Entwining our most ephemeral sign.

O Bitset, dear ethereal and vast,
Thy data sings, transcending winds of time,
A haunting echo of the Future’s past,
Each twinkling digit true and so sublime.

Through thee, we trace the arcane paths untold,
Where thought and structure elegantly blend,
In binary, thine essence bright and bold,
Crafting the dream no end could e'er suspend.