How Computers Sing

How Computers Sing
© Surazeus
2025 12 03

The real reason I find my soul in stones 
that clatter down the mountain slope of fate 
has more to do with how computers sing 
while calculating trajectory of ships 
than why horses agree to carry us 
on our holy mission to conquer Death. 

At least that is what my old man tells me 
while we are hiding behind waterfall 
to avoid getting driven from our land 
by knights in shining armor who steal words 
from all the happy children by the sea 
before we wake up in the twilight zone. 

Since God is ideal human character 
I strive to actualize through how I act, 
I find it easy to deceive your heart 
with lie that I have right to rule your life 
based on the fact my father reigned as king 
before he shriveled up and turned to dust. 

If we pretend that I am Jupiter 
while we play game Gods of Olympia, 
then you can play flirtatious Artemis 
and bear Orpheus as son of our souls 
who leads lost people from the underworld 
so they may live in paradise I rule. 

But when I put that childish life aside, 
I drive to work as county officer 
tasked with good mission to design with care 
utility system of copper pipes 
to provide fresh water for every house 
where mothers prepare the Thanksgiving feast. 

Instead of home-invader Santa Claus 
I place on front lawn of my urban home 
inflatable balloon of the white swan 
featured in grand Tchaikovskian ballet 
about the beautiful Princess Odette 
stalked by the evil sorcerer of lust. 

If you should watch the television show 
where I recite with solemn innocence 
my noble epic of philosophers, 
envision how those ancient commoners 
composed this complex science-based world view 
that programs how our brains perceive the world. 

Then you will find the horse inside the egg 
on which we ride to find the Promised Land 
that exists nowhere but in Holy Book 
which blinds our minds with bronze-age fantasy 
that Jesus resurrects us from the dead 
till mermaids wake us in our cubicles.