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10/29/08 - (1)
A Calm
This chilly Wednesday morning, When I should be feeling exceedingly alone, forlorn, For having cast off moorings, in my tiny skiff, Set out, on an ocean of perilous loneliness, Without so much as a heading, let alone a destination,
A calm has enveloped my psyche and my soul. Barely a trace of agitation trembles me. I seem to possess equanimity, Not a come-what-may carefreeness, not resignation, But an acceptance of something better to come,
Almost relief, despite the formidable unknown Leering directly into my face, Like a monster breaching from a medieval map's sea, Warning explorers to pay heed — Indeed, an easing of my breathing, a slowing of my heart.
Perhaps this vacuum in which I find myself adrift Isn't as precipitous, dizzying, disorienting as I anticipated Because the emptiness accompanying it (Having been with me for the last three years, at least) Is now buoying my spirit.
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