Love as a Mirror
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
of me
dancing, prancing,
laughing
no consciousness
but of fun and beauty
no pressure, no expectation
light as air
practical as rain.
I am ambition to be realized.
Not a yoked beast,
but a child,
wild and free,
turning the conundrum in
a whirlwind
euphoric
to be of service
to the muse
of my own creation.
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