Glass Poem by Mon Uero

All is commercially tactile and good
Raised up omnipresent, staged on plain view
Existing and breathing and standing on stone
Static pieces releasing the image you've drawn

Try and believe it, embody its seeds
Your dreams they wither, you fill it with sins
The captain's promoted to sleep just today
Been digging, inhibiting tense to escape

So energetic, not channeling through
To put up the formless and building the truth
Too eager to stretch a malleable prop
You pause to be bigger, you think to be not

Matching dualities, spotting the still
Testing the waters, expand and discover
Sonnets appear to be written and read
It's real and subjective and just so different