Quag

Have you grown stiff behind the near black glass
through which you sow and reap? What jaded pall
has got you rutted deep in quag's morass?
Rightly seen, this world rocks! New vision waits
for you to rise above your squalid sprawl
of tangled thoughts. A self reclaimed, creates
a clear aisle to that mystic 2nd tier
of Being. Not drugged on planetary stuff,
a mind recharged becomes a mutineer,
that beams white light on brittle lead-brain ways.
A changeless path, for they who would shun fluff,
leads to a sense of right and good, that stays.
Like Arthur's sword, to break from Habit's stone,
the pull must be achieved by you alone.