Peace

By Katje Kaase


And there it is...

Stark, static,

pristine particles

dancing in your eyes,

counterclockwise.


Non-thinking,

like death in absentia.

A bodiless pacifier

trimmed in blacklight.

Heaven, but not quite.


Looking out and in.

Transparent time

with no recall.

Nothing, nothing

at all.


Eating pablum,

with a steady hum.


August, 2019