Cold, Colder, Warm, Warmer

The whole deal really,
Finding that sweet spot
And jigging with it.

Funny awareness
Should sprout from some flesh
With such a small range

For creature comfort,
Constantly shifting
From shivers to sweat,

Searching for that seam,
Thin as a layer
Of silt in the cliffs,

Where misery’s missed
And a complacent
Awareness is bliss.