Loving Stasis

A place to jot and spot and blot
inking as a thought
Shall the music cool a place
not that we can bought

Grammar spells the end of time
as did all the work
Sheeting on a train slow car
all that I could shirk

Lazy is as movement not
action thus suspected
I can see the civil rot
all that we’ve neglected

Yet the death of any tree
ought be let to be quite free
Stresses on continuation
beg to choke imagination

Create the world: mind at rest
thus goes out the tension
Feats of love are never jest
as will means attention

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