Infantile Meanderings Poem by DM W

Infantile meanderings in virtual kingdoms;
Where Truth & Beauty are but painted skeletons.
I perceive endless chatter but no real awareness.
I sense the futile ecstasies of insects.
This is the era of spurious claims.
I hear the contrived cacophony of conspiracy theories.
Keyboard warriors wage war against nothing in particular.
Applause is sought by those who seek to fill a void.
Where is the trace of Nietzsche's bold endeavour
To craft a deeper consciousness; to will a self?
Is there no light here? Is there no mirror
To reflect the swarming madness of unfounded fears?
Meanwhile in the 'real' world; devoid of gloss.
The feral animals are hungry & cold & howling.