Bacchanale

In an age of video wallpaper and aural anesthesia,

Music has become a prostitute.

No longer is it a gift from the gods;



It has become a pacifier,

A tranquilizer,

And a tool.



A tool to protect us from loneliness,

To entice us to buy

And to keep us from seeing

How bad things have become.



At one time,

Music was a vital experience,

It was physical,

Emotional,

Almost religious.



Today music is just

One more device

Used by the new sun king

Called civilization

To control itself.




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