No More Hope On The Horizon: (May 14th,2021) Poem by DM W

Authentic, intimate, slow burning moments
In time have become absences in babbling,
Twinkling, quicksand-like cultures of constant change.
Noble, old ways are now rapidly being
Replaced by tainted dream kingdoms; abounding
In billions of superficial images,
And quite literally brimming, with endless
Reams of spurious, spewed out information.
Velvet and black-leather textures and designs
Work to blot out our human imperfections.
Airbrushed surfaces and neon-lit pageants
Cover up the cracks in collective psyches.
Aristotle once spoke of the golden mean.
Currently, we've revered gadgets to measure
Everything. Value and price are conflated
In a blurred world without time- honoured wisdom.
The hour is getting late to piece together
Garish fragments, and sordid particulars,
Which cut through the air like glass. It's unlikely
That this state of things will ever be redeemed.