To reach the sublime
One must be culturally indoctrinated,
To loose the sublime
One must suffer from overexposure
As extraordinary becomes mundane
New audio-visual capacities dilute
By rivers of data and oceans of pictures
Traumatized by glaring lights and blaring sounds
Orgiastic repetitive sights and terror striking
Loss of clear and crystal, brings on a cold front
Red heat waves of intensity blur the scenes
Or is it just experience and boredom
Setting in before the frost
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