Noise,
it’s
everywhere.
Nonstop.
Assaulting
the system.
Influencing.
Altering
perceptions.
Subtle and
not.
Changing
directions.
Personal.
Shaping,
rewriting.
Creating
differences.
Who’s.
Who’s
ideas?
Implanted.
Seeding
intention.
Concepts.
Induced
reactions.
Personal
agency
corrupted.
Controlled.
Under assault.
Mob
enticement.
Cleaving
populations.
Families.
Divide and
conquer.
Silent
war.
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Author:
E.J. Waling (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 20th, 2026 08:57
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Comments2
This reads like a signal-jam poem—fractured, staccato, intentionally abrasive. It sounds like what it’s describing. That’s its biggest strength.
Everything is a wave and sound thereby if only we could hear it all it would overwhelm us. A wonderful poem
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