I am a worst-case free spirit.
My cage is made
of everywhere.
Captured by impulse and whimsy,
my focus is this
unceasing reactive yearning.
I am a 24/7 hostage
to the proof of being free.
Self required to be
exemplary and evidential,
detained by un-conditionality,
exiled into the expression of unique.
I am a prisoner of uncommonness,
a poster child of unconventionality,
in an out-of-the-box confinement.
In order to be this supremely free,
I made the assumption
that I am not,
then consumed myself
with efforts
to deny my initial supposition.
This became a continuum
of vast containment.
It is self-consciousness
spent in vain.
For everyone is
both common and unique.
Everyone is essentially
that free spirit within,
without this life
of premise and release.
Free spirit,
I ask of you
to leave my possession
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