Alone Amid the Noise

We wake and rouse the sound to life;
A dressed-up, masquerading scream
That pushes on us fear, and strife,
And buries us in enthymeme —

We do this without cause or force,
For news is noise, and noise (of course)
Reminds us we’re all in the trough,
And truth, most days, can go sod off

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