Singularity

One of my first real solid poems...I worked on it for a long daggum time, too. I am a huge fan of breaking the norm. But I can't just say 'BE UNIQUE' because everyone is just different enough from everyone else to be technically 'unique.' There are a select few, however, that are singular, above and beyond the moderate uniqueness everyone else has achieved.

I like to think I am or at least strive to be amongst their ranks. On a side note, I advise against being different just for the sake of singularity, though...when choosing to diverge, I would urge you to be purposeful and skillful in doing so.

"Singularity"

The singular soul, who not converging, controls,
Holds in hand what is to be commended.
For those who chose (and don't diverge)
The normal course of course don't live,
Except to sleep in waking hours,
Covert in bowers of comfort hidden,
Content to cling to what's beloved,
With unbidden acts to act as if free.
To claim the name of freedom true
And do nothing other than other's firsts?
True liberty 'tis to be and see
And call from beyond man's great fall,
To fight the forces of fleshly faults.
This freedom bold of old beloved,
Now looked upon with rancor strong.
Instead to stand amongst the others
Of similar fate masses fated are.
This doom--rare worse--to not disperse
And remain chained in self-crafted irons.
'Tis doom to not disperse; To be
Unique and not depart is art.
For art in every heart is found
And when unbound is full-fledged life.
Consistent life safety provides,
Divides the soul and mind in strife.
Yet one of man's high ends exists:
To scatter as skilled as do branches from tree,
Into their own air pairèd still with the trunk.