THE DYING PEACE

You are illusion. Amago and sleight of hand. With your name some fill their mouths, to spit you discreetly later.

You are silence A restless, strident tranquility. The calm of your waters precedes the storm of your seas. You don't last forever. You stay for ever.

Dreamers live in your womb, drowned in the amniotic fluid of reality. There is no place for yours in the world, battlefield and hunting ground. The cannons roar, and their fire comes to devour you.

Tomorrow's light is sculpted by fires.

Your departure is the arrival of the tyrant, open door to the heart of cynics. Wolf eats wolf, and there is no winning token in the game of life. Death comes upon your absence, showing those present lascivious.

Can with the weak, exterminate the sick.

The whip of life, count infinite tails. Piety, absent from the objective world. Reality, flooded with tears and more than insensitive. The world, a fertile ground for fighting, barren for love.

Sterile for peace. The calm of your presence.

There is not that promised field of roses. The crystalline dew shine is not present. The smell of jasmine or the delicate pillow of roses. Evaporated with condensation. Out of the material world.

Peace says goodbye. It tears me out of your arms forever.