Mirrors

 
 
 
Old habits
infected
with malevolent memes
tell me I’m crazy
I have no place
mucking about with the
human race.
As fascination leaves me
brilliant haze
transcends
oh! look! at the wonderfulness
dancing, prancing,
laughing
no consciousness
but of beauty and fun
no pressure, no expectation
light as air
practical as rain.
I am my own ambition to be realized.
Not a yoked beast,
but a child,
wild and free,
turning conundrum in
whirlwind,
euphoric
to be of service
to the muse
of my own creation.
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.
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