The Condition of Life
My love, I will not marry you
since I am too much of a lover
and therefore love you too much.
What kind of logic is this weirdness?
That is simply how I work -
I can not be a lover
unless I base my love on freedom
and can work with freedom as a base,
for love can never work or live or breathe
unless it hovers high in total freedom
to be able to sustain itself
by this inspiring indispensability,
without which no love can continue.
Thus let me love you and continue loving you
with freedom as my neverending energy,
for there was never any love bird warbling
stifled in a cage to keep it down and limited
in the unhuman, murderous imprisonment
of practical accessibility.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2007-02-05 at 10:52
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