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12/22/09
Seeking a New Routine
How unfettered I feel, This cold Tuesday a.m. three days before Christmas, With nothing of consequence to do, No agenda other than directing myself to a destination That lies far away from my preconfigured labyrinth, My nearly inescapable routine,
A place where my aging spirit might break free, Unshackle itself from its static acquiescence to decay, Beholden to no one but me, And formulate, by mind-design or divine accident, An enlightened justification for seeking, in nature, A new routine, to welcome me to eternity.
12/22/09
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