Nytheone Matt

Existential entrapment one foot taken off the pedestal
Void of desire to raise it though the first remains in vain
The urge to press the brake pedal is driven by a tsunami of apathy
A wave to be defended against
A cascade to hold the shield up to
And if the curl towers above
Then driftwood is the fortune
An agent must be summoned by uttering the magic words
And the ring glows an awesome platinum offering a force field and ram
The wall of water is contained and matched
The hurricane is whispered to and tamed
The rumble of the plates beneath are separated and calmed
Perhaps one day the ring will fail
And the seas of defeat will carry this body away
Until that dreaded day, the graft will persevere
Until that dreaded day, one foot stays on the pier