Inaction

Sit still
Sit very very still
And feel the throbbing of you heart
That constant, periodic, dire throbbing
That irritating pulsating life force of humans
That drives them onwards and forwards, to go on

Speak not
Speak not any word
And ask not why the reason
That irritating croaking voice of yours
That rasping, roving, rearing, fearing tone
That drives me insane each time I hear you go on

Lie down
Lie there and don't get up!
And forever sleep in that thorny bed
That bed of futile dreams woven in sterile threads
That bed where all your wishes lie strewn like prickly thorns
That prick you to draw your dull cold red lifeless blood off you still mind

Inaction
Stillness
Vacillating
Time
Stopped