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Full Moon
Tonight, all I can focus on is my sojourn, tomorrow, To my late-life's sanctuary, Lake Nebagamon, Where my passion will rendezvous with a blooming full moon Gliding smoothly, tumescently, Through the night sky above my unassuming cabin, Connected to the warm shore of the secluded lake, Like a fetus to its mother's womb.
This breezy St. Louis evening, all I can envision Is being in the North Woods, twenty-four hours from here, Listening to loons' yodeling, wailing, tremoloing Echoing off the quivering water's lunar reflections, Following me home, to my porch door at moon's edge, Inviting me to join them, in their euphoric chorus, While I fall asleep, in a lush bed of cattail dreams,
Even as the lake whispers, to me, its sweet poetry, Reminding me that life, in these serene environs, Is the epitome of tranquillity, The ultimate expression of the soul's innermost revelations, The beginning and the end of Creation, Eternity's generous invitation to bypass death, resurrection, Rise with the full moon's illuminated jubilation.
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