Drawing the Lines

The fire sucks against
the hearth walls
with a fierce, greedy
spurting of flame,
it shows off its power and
gloating deep within
throws heat into the room
towards me where I sit, staring
unmoved by its wealth,
its capability - neither it
nor the modern jazz
playing in the corner
can change the
parameters of my life.
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