Transit

The self-monitoring mentor of masochistic mentalities

Has been consoled by the words of the anti.

They've soothed and softened doubts derived

From solidarity and brim-filled shandies.

These lenses of repugnance

Were though welded to my eyes,

Yet they were glued by the adhesive of indulgence.

But it was a beauty requested

Out of resilience to life jest,

That would mark and improvement

From the day hence. 

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Relapses of outdated modes of method

Creep into the cracks of progression.

Those theories once posited 

Have now been closeted

And visitation is much too rare. 

The paint to conceal those cracks of sanity

Did not have time to dry. 

Those arbitrary heavens

You idolised for their normality

Have shut and locked you outside. 

All you will muster 

Is fleeting glimpses;

Reminiscences of such, sporadically. 

 

Weigh up the peaks and troughs of living,

In the outlooks of condemnation. 

Discard beliefs that propose a standard

With satisfactory, irrelevant grandeurs. 

 

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interesting word weaving!

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