Prose and Code

Something's wrong, the heap keeps growing, Memory allocated, never slowing. Pointers lost, references stray, Garbage collector can't save the day. Profiler shows the growing pain, Resources circling down the drain. I search through code, line by line, To find where memory intertwine. At last, the leak is found and sealed, Performance metrics are revealed.

To call oneself is divine, Each iteration, a step refined. Base case reached, the journey done, Stack unwinds, one by one. In mirrors of our own design, We see the truth in every line. For life itself is but a loop, Recursive calls throughout the group. Until we find our exit state, And close the file, accept our fate.

The clock strikes twelve, production calls, Deploy the code through firewalls. Blue-green deployment, zero downtime, Rollback ready, just in time. Monitoring dashboards, metrics flow, Error rates, I watch them close. Load average climbing high, Database queries multiply. Success! The deploy is done, Another battle won.

In circuits of silicon, thoughts take flight, Binary whispers in the deep of night. Code cascades like rivers through the mind, Each function a verse, perfectly designed. Variables dance in loops so grand, While arrays march across the land. In every bug, a lesson hides, In every fix, the poet's pride. For those who write in languages divine, Know that prose and code align.

In promises, I place my trust, Async functions are a must. Await the data, don't block the thread, Let concurrent tasks spread. Callbacks nested, pyramid of doom, Async/await clears the room. Clean and simple, code so bright, Asynchronous delight. No more callback hell for me, Modern JavaScript sets me free.