Peace.
A word so familiar and so foreign.
Like that one summers sun first thing in the morning.
Like a kiss from a love you’ve been searching for.
Anticipation for the feeling you’ve been working for.
Peace.

A concept so real and so fake.
Sitting there just beyond every mistake.
Waiting for its chance to integrate with your inner state.
Teaching you to embrace tomorrow’s grace with a big toothy smile on your face.
Peace.

It comes shrouded in both the wicked and the divine.
Jumping back and forth across that fine line
turning your tears into fine wine,
Drink from its chalice until you find yourself left clueless,
Downing nothing more than the bitter blood of Judas.
Peace.

How easily it seems to come and go.
Shit, if I ever saw it would I even know?
Would it grab me and shake me?
Forcing itself to be seen
Draped in the softest brown and richest green.
Would I recognize its touch?
If it told me its name would I see it as such?
Peace.

Given to some and taken from others.
Splits in ideals creating rifts between brothers.
A weapon and a false beacon.
Shake hands today then invade by the weekend.
A word used in replacement of their true intention.
A word Fox News will purposely never mention.
Peace.

Oh, but perhaps for now
Yes, perhaps for today
Peace will just be a word that I say.
And when it comes, it’ll come as a moment not a destination.
A time with no real explanation.
So tranquil and so absurd.
Peace
The most undefinable word.
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