We be but beings of shadows 

Of thoughts and actions made 

Imprints on material

Imprints on imprints

We call this me and us 

And we call the light divine

Coz of our derivative reactive nature

But these shadows have remained

For centuries and claim to grow

Self and society

Evangelists and cults

Skins of rationale

Sometimes spun fine like gossamer

But diamond hard when clothing greed

What truth may a shadow speak

Its every word is but also none