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