Cottage at the edge of gloom

there’s a strange lethargy at the edge of gloom

more than when you pour the porridge in the morning

for when the fireflies are lighted and they start to zoom

to the treeline.  greed and sloth can cease their warring

the heated iron cools too quickly so don’t wait,  remove

the masks that hide you from this world (metaphorically)

speak truth sweep your cottage and don’t bottle up your mood




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