the peace
of world piece
is piecing
the peaces
of this
illusionary misconception
into
a tapestry of truth

the wool
pulled over
the eyes
of sheep
misheard
this herd
this hard packed clay
molded
into ear plugs
to stop the
misguided guidings
of shepherds
stumbling down
sheepish roads
of folly

i find
peace
in the piece
of her
she so selflessly gives
to cement
the self
of selfish longing
lingering
in the soul
of heartache

a sense
of sensing
the senses
that once revealed
in sensual surrender
make peace
from the pieces
attainable