The Fine Art of Doing Nothing

I have no use for guilt or any neurotic implication

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Don’t wait for the well of afternoon
as an excuse to surge &
fend off coming sleep —
make friends with nothing instead.
Even gods like to rest cross-legged
put feet up on Michelangelo’s ceiling.
I suspect they do not carry guilt
as we do. What makes you think
it’s a sin to be lazy? Forget the
village priest, praise the mystic.
He knows the cartography of
everything and no-thing.
Isn’t it busyness that keeps
us sore & disconnected?
I no longer apply rules to behaviour
or seek permission to do fuck all.
I prefer the free floating— that’s anxiety
minus neurosis.

Copyright Simon Heathcote

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