Arbitrary Signs...

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? !