Insurrection Reflected

And he looked o’er the broad sea and to the curved horizon beyond, and sought peace, but found naught. And he drank from the deepest fount, from the waters cooled of the depths of time, and sought peace, but found naught. And he sought embrace from another, and a holy kiss, seeking again peace, but found naught. And he espied the dirty mirror, and saw but a vague reflection of himself, knowing not what he sought, and found peace.