Complex signals trouble my consciousness.
I wish they were not such a streaming mess.
Some messages feel important to get right
Though they demand more than my might.

Some ring so beautifully that they sound true

But most I cannot decipher and I have no clue.
My attention scans signals in an erratic way
And this attention itself has so much to say.

All input that I gather seem relayed from inside
Although stemming from the other being guide.
More or less loosely gathered entities like me
Are placed in as various perspectives as can be.

A message formerly received loud and clear
Can then turn out wrong and nowhere near.
Abundant signals are pressing to take charge
In infinite layers, miniscule and large.

Inputs and outputs cross without interludes
A transformer of different magnitudes.