“Device of the Idol”

Endless choices that are no choice at all
Confound what is an inner spark conditioned to be passive,
To regard with a humbled posture one’s own vital force
And to give it up for the same tired plays, when
There is a voice we all share that cuts through the spectacle of validation
And finds a home in the human spirit.
Look for the same framing in these winding personalities
That we also must invent and abide by
Leading into a vacuum where data is our new feudal lord,
The goons of which beat the sane down in the streets,
And shackle all observers with anxiety.
For a sanity that could speak to the prisons we build in the name of growth and security
This ongoing noise as oppressively present as a pervasive silence.
The vortex of swirling influence runs contrary to my orientation to be free,
The same structure that brings one up on dazzling lies
Only to one day trademark their nausea.
Why would I scroll over to what’s more
When alternative programs lay like
A sweetly romantic couple
On the horizon.