quiescent

every day
hustle-bustle
running errands
grinding stones
working fingers
to the bones
buzzing pockets
ringing bells
dinging doors
buses
subways
cabs
and cars
we race
from place to place
we hop
from him to him to her
to them to us to whom?
a movable menagerie
in never-ending revelry
and wonder why
fragmentation
alienation
frustration w/
flirtation
negation of sensation
finally starvation
for peace
for rest
but no
NO
no rest
lest quiescent
we hear
no beeps
and bongs
and blasts
but, instead,
ourselves