Stillness
Perpetrates
a thinking
It's a catalyst
For longing
A launching pad
For contentment
A sounding board
Your inner most self
Can be heard from
And it is a loathed
Thing, this stillness
We avoid it like
Disease, our daily
Lives inoculated
So that stillness will
Not spread. We eat the
Fruit of chaos hurriedly
Instead.
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