What is this life
that drags me all the ways
through every shard of splintered glass?
I want to scream at the sun to stop!
Just for a moment,
stop.
Stop shining there.
I want only to wish on the moon
for peace,
oh for peace!
For peace,
indeed,
is a dream
to those who seek it
lifetimes long.
To rest a moment
beyond the race
is the blissful day.
To rest a moment.
To rest.
This moment.
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