Illuminated (man and god)

The door to the room of adulation opened and
for a moment glory and they gave him a medal
but in the shadows behind, mocking danced
tainting his triumph. Do not, it sang, think that you
are special every thoughts you have are old and
banal gleaned from corn flake boxes, newspaper
religious tracts, magazines and pamphlets.
and beyond the mocking stacks of silences of
those who appear in history books, so dreaded
is the unknown that we invented God and this
self illusion will ease us into the ultimate stillness