Date Posted:15:52:21 03/02/01 Fri Author: Teresa Ivy Jones Subject: ~~~Equidity Of Peace~~~
When middays' are more lucid than an eclipse,
The nights' lividness makes no difference,
Meshing into opaque undiscern.
It converges from the void, permeating me.
Frigid, severe, sudden and cruel,
Disjointing my consciousness, waning.
It's difficult to love and hate in relative ardor,
Vocabulary converts to artilarary for affections.
Enduring guardianship of our idiosyncrasies
Creates intense narrows intervening you and I.
Concede in my equity, in the name of peace.
