Stone and Glass (Un-tidal)

Stone and Glass (Un-tidal) by Myles Brady

 

Sober realization and self-emancipation,
To escape from what can be escaped is solely declaration.

 

And seeking inculcation to speak replete with hesitation,
Floating fleetingly one speaks to me as all with one persuasion.

The lack of provocation now anesthetizes patience,
Aggressively subdue subversion, bare and almost naked.

Falling out and into stations reclaims placid sublimation
Of destroying the equations, all to toy equalization.

Just a simple small novation, not so simple no vacation,
Coy and boyish prankish claws imbued through sequestration.

And walked imaginations placate inmates from their spaces,
As innovative animates that novate expectations.

Flee the breeze of subjugation, Seek the tree of promulgation,
Teeter totter on the fodder of canonical displacement!

Seek ascetic sights in basement, Habit addicts toward complacence,
But attack the static hermeneutic taciturn evasion.

Attic shattered by debasement, Realize that inculcations
Realized that selves entrapped them elsewhere through their denigration.

But if only for a nascent, Stone and glass were left adjacent,
To adjust the sense of seconds seeping slowly from the latent,

Castes of castled shelled causation limit bent from end gestation,
But gestalt and exaltation oft to mend spent designations,

So we swim towards what one faces, about face then take a stake in,
All the states, or only one, but that conundrum’s graved mistake is:

That a mask is made for taking off and to be put back on,
But is never dropped, nor ever lost once worn one day long.
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