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The world burns my cocoon
I rush to gather my shine,
during the rhythmic wake
each morning.
Thankful for every intricate piece
of my routine.
Sensual cup of coffee.
The breaking of bread.
Butter knife dipped
in homemade jam.
Each of us
engaged in
our own secret dance.
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I love this poem: great first line, “gather my shine,” and the insight at the end.