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09/26/10 - (1)
Into the Misty Distance
Awakening from my body's warm overnight silence, Into the complete quiescence of this steadfast cabin, Is a jubilation of such enormous importance to my psyche, I can only arise, with sublime gratitude for being alive, And say a hushed benediction to this immaculate new day.
What better way for me to be reborn, than getting out of bed, On a crisp, low-thirties Sunday dawn, in northern Wisconsin, And being visited by a mist so thick, Lifting off the water thirty feet from my kitchen windows, That morning becomes the epitome of its own transitory existence?
Within minutes, the lake I left beyond shore's border, at midnight, Rematerializes beneath the bright insistence of sunrise. Then it's consumed again, in opacity, before finally breaking free. And now, naked to the sheer essence of my spirit, I slip outdoors and, into the last shreds of mist, disappear.
09/26/10 - (1)
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