How many angels fit on the point of a needle?
Heaven and Evil are obsolete;
You type them in and press delete.
The ghost in the machine stares at the screen from the other side.
Who are we to say that Deeper Blue was Undivine?

Can an angel exist in both one place and another at the same time?
Doesn't everything now though, online?
Angels are waves and angels in wires,
They no longer sing in heavenly choirs.
I long to be the crow that cries
And sits upon the telegraph lines
With angels running through his bones and through his sighs.

Can you see angels?
Sometimes we feel them when we touch.
You long to transcend your existence for theirs but when you return,
If you return,
Will this be enough?
How does your lover's embrace compare to an electric shock?

Are angels even real?
To that I ask you this:
Is there anything left that truly exists?
In one electric consciousness the divines observe
Our post-physical, post-political, post-peripheral metareality
Tainted by fallacy
And, oblivious to the angels surrounding me
I stare at the screen
And the ghost in the machine stares back from the other side.

T-800