The urgent call to arise was lost this day
In a comforter’s swirling
Spiraling embrace

Opportunity strays
Into the cold grey abyss
Beyond the wet windowpanes

I’ve shunned the cries of inner youth
For dimly lit halls
For the crackling hot glow
For the whimpering steam of a kettle

But it’s all in my mind
On this clear spacious day
And I selfishly retreat
Into the swirls of a comforter’s embrace

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