I feel the urge
to write about love
that over-celebrated
state of mental disequilibrium
but to write is to contradict me
think of a freed slave
fleeing all but into the waiting arms
of a former master,
unseeing the concealed leash
i am free from such cardio-mediocrities
for now
but how do i avoid the bandwagon
without losing my sanity
i am free,
now and always
to love is to be prejudiced
at least in favor of singularity!
© February 2012
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