Vibrate Voice Of God
© Surazeus
2026 04 06

Nebulous song of the black telephone
asks me to commit unrelenting love
through pretentious messages from dead gods
which I must announce to humanity
though my soul detaches from my stone brain
and floats on brittle hum of ardency.

Thrashed by wonder of unfamiliar death,
who floats above me every sleepless night,
I consider how famine mistransforms
shadows of frantic minds to animals
who wander without caution in moonlight
to stare through windows at angelic humans.

Because my mother weeps when she conceives
my mortal body from draconic daze,
she plays violin for gentle peacocks
whose eyes design my heart calligraphy
so I know how to vibrate voice of God
through tangled verse of fabled honesty.

With broom of listless ennui at world war
I tend the broken bridge of loneliness,
though I ignore the zither of my heart
to exorcise angelic energy
from millions of hearts possessed by despair
who ask me to write battle hymn of faith.

I will eat oranges of confusing taste
rather then erase them from my sad joke
that maps waterless rivers of regret
where wingless angels stuck in empty churches
fold wounded hearts in origami cranes
while they deny their desire to escape.

When I find his Green Car wrecked on the road
halfway between New York and San Francisco,
he introduces me to his best friend,
the bear who has built every bridge on Earth,
then teaches me how to defend myself
when Fortune curses me with global fame.

Thirsty for truth beyond theology,
I steal lemons from Tree of Good and Evil,
but refuse to sugar bitter despair
while riding donkey of world revolution
to drive mad King Herod from our White House
and free Liberty from guilt-loop of Hell.

As abject failure at the cursing game,
I hurl book of riddles into the swamp,
then renovate ten thousand rotten houses
so every homeless person in the world
may dwell in haven of attentive fear
and join world choir to vibrate voice of God.

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