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Grief
Driving away from this very cherished cabin of mine, In which, these past nine days and nights, I've known, in some ways, my happiest and most pensive serenity, Composing a number of my more poignant poetic cogitations, In a lifetime of rearranging mere words into revered truths,
Presents my spirit with deep grief, Sensing that the circuit I'm driving, through Lake Nebagamon, Past all its unique landmarks, is the last I'll take. And this sad prospect makes my throat go tight, my eyes blur, My breathing grow as quick as a common loon's heartbeat.
Leave-takings have always been uneasy processes, for me, But this elegiac departure possesses a degree of torment Equal to my being chained to a rock, in a fiery sea, Eaten alive by demons unleashed from my memory. If this is my destiny, so be it. Grief will have to sustain me.
09/26/10 - (2)
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