A Special Kind of Peace

I’m not a special person

like they all used to say 

everywhere I turn

I'm just revolving in place

 

Progress shirks desire

they've preached that for years

in churches spitting fire

to perfectly singed ears

 

Time is congratulations

landmarks of pace

marked in graduations

granulations of cake

 

You can find my ire

bequeathed in drops of tears

like any decent choir

I'm singing you my fears:

 

foolishly wishing/ to be ghoulishly skinny/

not so bruteish and finicky/ yeah i wish i was rid of me/

then i think of the days/ in which my own path was emblazoned/ 

with hardships sequencing pain/ into 32nd note phrases/

 

Sonatas roll into keys

squeezed from the page

like juice from a peach

infused in a glaze

 

my song needs dilution

In concentrate its sweet

the blandest intrusion  

makes it fittest to eat

 

Every person sees a beach

but no one thinks it strange

that where two expanses meet

neither overtakes

 

Both work in collusion

a special kind of peace

like the one between you

and not so special me