Enhanced Perception Poem by DM W

I see right through all the smoke and mirrors
To the dark heart of things. I note that the clowns
Are now running the frayed, three ringed circus.
I'm perturbed by asinine sounds that drown
Out voices of wisdom and golden words
Of poetic vision. I'm bored with all
The pointless noise and 'guidance' that is absurd.
These days, it's like talking to a brick wall
When one tries to communicate openly
And honestly with someone...anyone
On subjects of ultimate concern. We
Need a new way. We must begin again.