Arbitrary Signs... Poem by DM W

Arbitrary signs
Flood our screens and hence our world:
Too much noise, colour...
Speed; too much information;
That one can only
Skim- read. Virtual debris
Clutters everything.
Hyper-real text messages
Increasingly look
Like hieroglyphics it seems.
In hackneyed Hollywood,
Scenes from millions
Of regurgitated dreams
Still cover cutting-
Room floors. No surprises there.
Adverts and memes are
Always jingling not only
In the background, but
Now in the foreground of our lives.
O I search in vain
For the pristine white page and
Silent asylum!
Lexicons and images
Collide & clash in
A seemingly endless race
To the bottom. O
For the love of God can we
Please begin again
Or are we beyond all hope? !