Peace

At last rest.

void speak ushers over me

And great vortices enround me

A frantic whirl that forms of me an eye

Myopic, obtuse, unconcerned.

And nothing does this mean to me

But tired aches and too much room.

Too much water, endless, pristine seas

So still. they reflect back the ugliest

Mirages of what was formed in the storms.

How peace bores me.

beyond those first few moments

When ribs collapse and heat flees.

And a thousand calm cool kisses

Descend from heavens to tribute angered skin.

But peace is the ultimate aggressor

A sly enemy, even in its tepid turns

It is a rehearsal

A dummy run, for death.

That destined treaty

Will have its time

With me

The ultimate eternal

Peace.