the man with the robot in his eyes

he looked up from his work
trying not to meet the gaze

regarding all as grazers
along his enightened pathway

but husbands and
wives can't seem to care
nor do the mewing cattle
outside his affluent arches

the thing that makes him tick
is the firing of
time into a new realm
the unconscious thing
beckons itself into being

the master looks on

no!
you are neo-Guiseppe
and my silly boy
this is not a toy
it is not a sun
to ply and hit
with supposed acredited
dollar sign = energy outputs
making new days
everytime it arises

but perhaps with
a little tinkering
these times may hit us
like a bolt from
the god essense
that created
the ideas born
of comforted omnipotence

mission complete?
race run
humans are truly not as alone
as they were when
Cephalopod & landlocked mammalians
look at us with pitiful eyes

perhaps
knowing
forever
without us now

they scamper into the deep
secretly a little scared
and feeling no doubt
concerned