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"The Sixth Sense?" by Joe DiMino
Has the world gone mad?
Decided in favor of
Unity-of-insanity;
Or perhaps it is I--awakened,
Cognizant of being
Sanely alone;
What greater madness
Than to destroy
The sacred child
That of Art?
Child is creation...
Our Sixth sense--Son of God!
Atrophy-of-mediocrity
Seeping up
From Id To outer--
A horrid rash of culture
That will receive only
Surface treatment
Same as the pathology--laziness;
Oh how I wish Synthesizers gone!
Orchestras once again
Of strings and brass--
Long for thunder of real drums
Sounding like Thor;
Implore slurs and slides of voices
To notes of gold--
Let us grasp a ring
Worthy or our souls--
Smear hands in paint...
Wipe them our smocks
And jeans;
Toss the electronic
Shutters to the floor--
Worship distant stars
Phenomenal and bright--
Forsaking near ones
Mere flickers of
Contemporary--Artificial Light....
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