Discombobulated Poem by DM W

Clutter of voices
Across virtual dreamscapes;
The sacred is drowned
Out by the din of profane
Hypnotists & hacks;
No meaningful connections.
Relativism:
Moral centres are missing.
Images always
Compete for our attention.
Icons & idols
With dollar signs in their eyes:
Vain, ubiquitous;
They're selling 'perfect' products.
What to wear today?
Fashions regurgitating.
No sense of stillness,
Only chaos and confusion:
The hyperreal glow:
All that glitters is not gold.