Inertia Poem by ENOCH JOHN
Inertia
Hark! I hear the minstrels play
Their rhapsody of melodious delight,
And in sweet cadence the choral voices echo
Down the mainstream of life,
In harmonious and syncopatic clarity.
O! What pretty music I hear,
Howbeit in the doldrums I'm caught, and I wonder
If my soul the music will liberate,
From the passive stillness that reverberates
And paralyses into inertia.
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