peace floods me and blizzards me
extreme weather of my peace freaks out the weatherman
peace reeks around me but for my culture it is a subtle perfume
peace runs through me in a race we all win
peace is an uzi and a semi-automatic pistol to my unprotected worry
peace is an arson casing my house of pain
peace is a spark expanding to all and even burns down the insurance company
peace burns water and smokes out mist and fills infinity until only those alive
are ones who breathe peace peace is blood keeping me alive and kills those who cut it
peace flows through bodies of beauty that radiate the single intention for peace to
grow and enter and embrace and be impregnated by peace
peace is a smell that no one wants to wash away
peace clings to body mind and memory
peace is the soul of dust and lost objects
peace is left after all else which incircles me like a tongue made of a
million tongues except that peace is a billion tongues
for each one of the million tongues of peace