Redesign God As Robot
Redesign God As Robot
© Surazeus
2026 02 15
Secret encounter with the howling rock
excites regret for stealing ocean waves
and selling them to black horse of the moon
who always seems to know what words I eat
with slavish laughter of marvelous dusk
depicted by rupestral mask of life.
Frail darkness of my voice fills void of hope
with blazing cities stuck on jagged cliffs
through my irresistible zeal concealed
by stamps of genetic inheritance
born from resplendent force of purity
despite victorious angst of smoking swamps.
Delicious dearth of dream-partitioned walls
decides with sudden rain of screaming lamps
to mimic fortitude dead angels share
with bitter gods of non-eternal light
who steal hot loaves of bread for nobody
except to play chess in the smoking swamp.
Now that Beauty shall be moral again
we stand before the seething vat of ghosts
who should wear delicate masks with pink lace
if they return to forest of respect
where wicked angels aim guns at their heads
because they want to eat her apple pies.
Untraceable stains of insulting sneers
express continuum of harmful jokes
disjointed from assertive rage at strength
displayed by angels who resist their hate
by walking quietly down small-town road
because love is meat and drink of the heart.
Difficult hour I shall make friends with Death
decries strict resolution sold for peace
through backward release of unfractured air
unlocked by egregious snow of despair
which depends on blood that spurts from our eyes
by hangers that clatter on ice-slicked floors.
Aspen tree tangled with barbed wire of fear
calls for his yellow-haired mother of time
to come home on the star-stripped road of fate
at creak of rusty hinges on sad doors
that rip her heart with agony of faith
trapped by disappearing words of contempt.
If we look Trickery in his rancid eye
with eager bitterness to buy his lies
we could fire guns at angels in the sky
who drink bitter tears of electric spies
since everything we thought was true is not,
unless we redesign God as Robot.
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Orpheus tricks Trickery into renaming the country for his mother who steals stories from poor children who live in cardboard boxes by the railroad tracks.
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