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Because rest is not idleness!

Take time
to rewind,
burn the papers and
throw out the lederhosen
to go free for an hour
or two, till the chosen
few decide its our
time: our time to kick back
and throw our shoes over the fence,
hear them smack
on the shed window. No!
Go with flow,
comrades! There’s a warm patch
of grass in a faraway field just waiting
for the cracks/of your back/to sink.
Don’t let the textbook snatch
your day away into tales told,
let it smoothly pass you by,
chocolate, as you watch that azure sky
on puffy white legs above your eyes.
Because rest is not idleness!
This world was created for living,
for touching, feeling, sniffing, fucking,
loving, squeezing, rubbing, picking
till the cows come home
or your heart lets rip
a beautious “Oh my!”
into that blue sky,
and lightning hits the eye,
the oven goes off for your cherry pie,
inspiration hits you like a pancake
soaring off the pan and onto the plate
and BOOM!
Because rest is not idleness!
And to lie,
watching the clouds float across the sky
is “by no means a waste of time”!

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