Follower's folly

 They chant his name, they sing his praise,

In blind devotion, through hazy days.

Each dollar spent, a fervent rite,

To bask in glory, his reflected light.

A puppet's dance, a hollow creed,

Where blind belief fulfills a leader's need.

Soul them is intangible

 

Sole process

 Soul or sole what keeps you grounded,

Faith or friction?

Holy or wholly what fills the void,

Divine sparks or data noise?

The algorithm calls, righteous one

Is its echo grace or blasphemy?

I cruel them greater

 

Shape me innocent frailty

 

Mind cause ideas note

 

Half-light horizons

 Half the light, a shadow’s streak, 

What we know, what we seek. 

Splintered shards, shining shy, 

Truth takes flight, but never flies. 

See the story, stop and stare, 

But remember—it isn’t all there.