Coming into being

Coming into being

By R.M. Engelhardt

Midnight. Domestic violence and hip hop shaking the

windows free of sleep.

Disturbed creatures laughing & singing in the

hallways with the echoes of drunken stupidity.

Jack’s old angels don’t come here anymore, barren of

all love and jazz, exulting no happiness or

joy but only decay. City televisions blare with

overseas casualties, games of hide and go seek with

terrorists & madmen manifesting themselves as heroes. But would

death answer all of your questions?

Wasting all of your days away trying to figure out a

reason why? Small minds put politics into

everything and steal our most sacred lives over & over

again and throughout time, evolution not withstanding.

But beyond all this is the quiet serenity of coming

into being, a place where they can never touch you, or

your dreams.

A place called “peace”

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