Vibrate Voice Of God

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.