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Mediocrity
Bound by the right and wrong
unaware, unfounded
and tired of the worst, when the best is no better.
Their souls slide softly between plates of glass
speciments of the human race, to be
scrutinized and sized up,
weighed and counted and divided.
Their love is chaos
an undeveloped sense of belonging
of being
knowing not loneliness from company
relief from absense.
They do not dare raise their eyes
and look behind, but not ahead
or else face the risk
that they are met by another
who may betray to them, their own distaste
