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I Do Not Wish to Be At Peace

~in a house of tensions~

To be at peace

Is to lay to rest

Tensions.

Sheep

Are at peace

Even as

Wolves approach

And I do not

wish to be a sheep.

In a noisy street

Tensions

engage,

Engage and roil —

Throngs

Are my food.

Stepping out

I come to life.

In a room

Imponderables strain,

Tense against

A taut sleep.

Dreams become runny

Watercolors

Full of clamor.

An off-center painting

Frames the exquisite

Presence of a

Tiffany shade.

It regenerates me.

Together we ignite

And live, a triad of

Symbiotic tensions

Balanced

On a tightrope.