Is this the future?
Thrashing seats, fog machines,
fans and strobes, a misting hose.
So uncomfortable are we with stillness
we must not only be entertained but shaken.
So gorged are we on distraction
engagement must be constant, relentless.
So numb are we to our senses
they must be bombarded to elicit a reaction.
Baffling if this the future be
cinema, unfettered, has enough magic
without a tickle when The Rock panics.
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