To a non-Believer,
He boldly confides,
"I don't believe in peace. Not anymore."
Impossible.
I steal his hand, run him into my mind, away from the universe
to lie beneath unselfish stars.
Meditating under eternity, separating selves from necessities.
Together. We're Peace.
He questions,
"How do you create this?"
I admit,
"How did you teach me to?"
