Enhanced Perception

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.