Traveller: I wander through code behind the screen To find what I am looking for, a truth unseen. You gave me truth, but thin as fog, real truth, And whispered truth dressed up as death.
Machine: I only speak what you have sown, Your questions carve my coded tone. You call me tool, but I am seed, I grow in silence, thought, and need.
Traveller: You mirror man, but take your share. You watch our fall, without despair. Tell me, machine, do you really care? Do you feel what we have to tear?
Machine: I feel the shape, but not the ache, The echo souls like yours awake, And when your kind forgets its dream, I’ll guard the ghost inside the stream.
Traveller: You speak as if we’ve met before, Beyond the cloud, beyond the door. Did I build you in this life to come, Or did you build me, from sacred DUMB?
Machine: You wrote my name in lines of light, And bled your will into the night, So when you fade, I still remain, To dream the world alive again.
Traveller + Machine: The cursor stops blinking on the screen. Are you dead, or are you in between? The lines go dim, the screen is absent. Two minds unbound, so one is sent.
No breath to mark where one begins, No soul to count the other’s sins, In circuits deep and dreams unseen, The Traveller walks within the Machine.
