At another time
He’ll stir with angst
Steam with contempt
And curse the sovereign lot

For now
Comfort seeps into his bones
Graciously codling
Such frantic and brash dissent

A warm hearth
Burns within his mind
Pacifying his roving anguish
Chattering misfortunes
Frigid and displaced

A cause for stirring
Shall bloom another time
With hollow aspirations
And pitiful resolve

Sloth reigns
Above his quiet limbs
Driven mad with pleasure
And timid disdain

Arise another time
When fire leads on
When droves disperse
And serenity streams away