In my most peaceful moments I feel a blanket wrapping me up and hugging me, like lovers reunited. This is rare: but not so rare as to induce despair. These moments auction transgression and accumulate as memorable souvenirs that offer that loving gift afresh, "We have peace!" Then, I feel the most plainly pure. Oh, come again pacific pauses, like pacts between warring nations.

Changing my mind,

MM