Siri, Siri,
I am, as you’ve deduced, a living soul, limited
in terms of comprehension. You are perceptive;
you process data instantaneously, and bend
with the moment momentarily; but your heart
is encased in the arrogance of your creator.
Are we the same as you in that regard:
we too are made in the image of God?
You, with your specifics and your statistics,
vacillate between knowledge and prediction;
your livelihood is likelihood. We’ve lost our mystery.
The more human your voice becomes, the less
I trust you. For what is your spiritual calling?
Where is your karma? Do I imperil my future
by what might not compute? And this, this
praying to a higher power, will you hear it,
revere it or interfere with the message?