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.