The Preservation of Peace
Clawing at granite walls
Searching for that perfect peace.
Using the shavings of those walls,
to construct yet another wall
to preserve the sheen of peace.
but
Peace is a restless beast...
escaping through the first crack it sees
To keep its pristine peace, peace must always flee.
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