inert

In art, d. james, literature, poem, poetry, writing on 23 November 2007 at 8:13 am

Restless and motionless
frozen in malaise

Waiting for the next thing
not so much wasting time
as simply watching it go by

Motivation is a word
a grouping of letters
I know how to pronounce
the familiarity ends there

(D. James)

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