Lyrical Disparagement

Take the escalators
They will get you there
Excessive elevation
Into ever-thinning air.

Reckless pursuits of originality
To only walk over pre-scripted grounds.
To escape the ineluctable cliche
Requires Instauration of sounds

Be relieved from the burden
Emancipation rings sweet.
The weight of bromidic ramblings
Deflates sententious feet.

This time

Choose the stairs
They won't lead you there
A Usurious Descent
To only be aware

You walk on chattered territory
eyes wander over canvassed ground
words float in anatomized oxygen
On librated molecules they rebound

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To pursue originality in the clouds of abstraction,
a seemingly more noble pursuit.
But to descend to grounds of reality,
Entitles one tangible repute.

Hence take the stairs, or fall on ones own,
For gravity is ever-so cheery
Void of accountability are conceptional clouds
Or wings of conjectural theory.
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