Ceasefire

International dialogues swing through my ear,
the wildfire sings across the olfaction

From tears to blood,
we find nothing akin.

Baseline, this idiocy of mine
Alkaline, poison, trip.

I find peace in war.

I find order in chaos.

I find Nirvana in Hell.

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