Where was peace?
\nIt didn\u2019t come last night.
\nI turned and stretched
\nand fell off boulders.
\nNo conclusive dream,
\nno wound,
\nthat by itself could heal.
\nJust the drifting of a boat,
\nwithout rudder,
\ninsomnia,
\na holiday retreat in hell,
\nwith no restrictions on class
\nor belief.
\nI was denied a good night\u2019s rest,
\nas if a tax were being paid,
\na penitence for mortality,
\nfor the vulnerability of age,
\nfor being alive,
\nfor having no place to go.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Where was peace? It didn\u2019t come last night. I turned and stretched and fell off boulders. No conclusive dream, no wound, that by itself could…<\/p>\n