Peace

[42months]

Oh, those glittering signs of
old - painted with
florescent hypocrisy,
that drips
into the lazy warmth
of the early afternoon sun...

While I, lying here,
think about the infinite,
and the long lost...
I feel the colors of myself
dissolving into
this 5-inch lake...
drowning myself in
nothing.

The brilliance of such hues,
it swallows me,
and I,
happy to give myself for life,
breathe in one final time.