I want to dance in my blindspots
and step off the edge of my established patterns.
I want to reach below the surface, see behind the mirror,
and push on the boundaries of reason.
All the clever platitudes and warnings of impropriety
are like confetti to me now, swirling in the vacuum of mindless repetition.
I step out of the costume, the uniform the straightjacket
into the crisp air and bright light of ideas that question everything
and the irreplaceable joy of knowing that you don't know.
and step off the edge of my established patterns.
I want to reach below the surface, see behind the mirror,
and push on the boundaries of reason.
All the clever platitudes and warnings of impropriety
are like confetti to me now, swirling in the vacuum of mindless repetition.
I step out of the costume, the uniform the straightjacket
into the crisp air and bright light of ideas that question everything
and the irreplaceable joy of knowing that you don't know.
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