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08/24/09 - (1)
Crashing Back
On my recent nine-day sojourn in Lake Nebagamon, My free-form schedule of doing and being, Breathing in the piney lushness of North Woods flora, Permitted me the glorious freedom Of absorbing every image incoming to my psyche, Which was poised to seize stimuli on the brink of extinction: Metaphors, vowel chimes, symbols, alliterations, rhymes Able to align me with the universality of every microcosm — Oh, you know, worlds contained in a dragonfly's eye, a lake. But now, the 5:40 alarm is a purgatorial emblem of doom. My throat, raw with St. Louis's humidity and pollution, Is a rude awakening for my disoriented body. Why I chose to return from the one source of my happiness May have more to do with societal imperative than choice. Here is where my job is, isn't it? Or was it some other, infinitely more compelling, force That brought me crashing back to my rational senses, Something on the order of habit, guilt, self-denial...reality?
08/24/09 - (1)
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