O Standing Still

A whippor-willow Standing still; O the torturous serenity, A curse to say amen; To see the lashes set and silent Makes one wonder. Why Spent, do these seconds Brag to be a speck? Funds of time derived from madness; We are glad; Stress is whipped away most times By whippor-willows playing host. Rhymes of a heart inside a body taken from what wind may shod; Even they'll stop in an instant; Watch them and they will not wince. Stick your feet into ground, solid. Do not try to crawl. It will happen in this night: Frozen time and deadly bliss. Flight won't come, are you ready? The moment when the whips won't spread See the willow standing.