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Comfort is such a fleeting feeling
Sometimes you can consciously craft soft surroundings
other times you notice that the knot in your stomach has simply just loosened
and for a brief period of still, unconscious comfort becomes understood by you

I felt this
Infused lemon herbal tea steamed the passages of my airways
dusting at crystalised cobwebs
I watched swaths of seagulls
floating
and swinging
in the thick breeze of spring
gliding to the rhythm
of Coltranian quartets
that bounced off the walls of the room I stood in
and just as a gull reaches the end of her glide
thrusting suddenly to stop from falling out the sky
my own head in the clouds reared
and I catalysed to the ground
at once being reminded that that which I feared
was all still around

Original Poetry & Artwork by Owen Marshall

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