Sunday, April 20, 2014


Work is where patience hardens, calloused from people One is simply there - not forced outright, only threatened by desk-sitters Feel those spent bills fondle each other in your hands and use them - it's their purpose Behold your trophies of turmoil and see the aids of pleasure gaze with approval People works and those who don't are either lazy or clever

Rest is hard for the simple, even their breathing
becomes a chore
Take a moment
Feel it
Ensnare it

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