Poet’s Gorge

When entering the Gorge, leave behind all preconceptions. Let yourself be carried off on a stream of consciousness that tickles the heavens as readily as it grinds down stone.

Peace

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I bid you peace,

and I bid myself peace,

for it is then that we

find what we need;

Only then;

Not before;

Just like this;

I bid you peace.

I bid you peace.

I bid you effervescent peace, comfort,

release from pain and suffering — relief from agony’s embrace.

I bid you bliss, rapture, endless ceaseless countless trysts

with your darlings, endless affection, boundless moments

of trust in a circle you call your own, you, the world,

all those who stand before us,

eager to see,

eager to be,

eager to follow their dreams,

to seize the fading day,

I bid them peace.

I bid you peace.

I bid myself and everyone I know and care for everlasting

peace and rapture.

I bid them everlasting bliss, comfort.

I bid them peace.

 

Inspired by the movie Ronin (1998)

A previous edition appeared in Behind The Mirror: Short Stories And Reflections (2008)