Grip tape scratching the surface of reality Fizzling ties, the links to physicality See Buddha in clean water, Christ on a cracker Allah not to be imagined, but the brain abhors a vacuum Days mining data for a miracle, even faster Generating dust and swallowing capsules, nothing after Abluted like the Prophet with walls a meter thin I didn't need to take an airplane, but I am no pilgrim Blessings with every packet sent, hygiene check in R&D Ritual cleansing before the clean room, and confession before the prototype We watched them etch the names of God in silicon Tender iron branches blooming through our spreadsheets Puddles on stone, a cloud full of stars Tired without purpose, growing iron branches Forging flowers in the rose of a furnace Days mining data for a miracle, even faster Generating dust and swallowing capsules, nothing after Left the whole world behind in the clean room, a disaster We watched them etch the names of God in silicon We watched them etch the names of God in silicon We watched them etch the names of God in silicon