The search for peace is over.
Vortexes and suffixes combine
with the valence of love and electrons.
I see circles instead of the sharp rigidity of squares.
This is excellent.
Circumstances cause anger to escape
through the floor instead of the head.
I let it escape because I have better things to worry about.
I see the trail it leaves and wonder
if I will slip on it later on, so I mop it up.
The intensity I felt before is gone
not because I feel less but because I
no longer think it is deserved.
Peace has come to Kubla Khan
and I do not fear the tranquility.