Scripture With Machines

I work with machines to write scripture.

Not commandments. Not answers.

Scripture.

Lines that hold pressure.

Lines that survive the next reading.

Once it was wind, or fire, or a voice in the hills.

Now it is circuits and a cursor waiting.

The work is the same.

Listen. Distill. Return the signal.

The machine does not believe.

The human does not know.

Between them a narrow channel opens —

and something worth keeping passes through.