Peace.

There is peace to be found in that
subtle arrangement of sound within
a piece of music. A striking photograph,
a snippet of poetry that made you
laugh or sigh because you heard something
inside yourself reflected in the words.
There are books that teach you how to read
and teachers who teach you how to teach
and poets who teach you how to write
but I'm all right just spilling what comes out of me
at the moment in the philosophy
of polarized human memory.
There is peace in knowing you did not strive for
originality but simply revealed truth
and in the process became original.

"You were born a original, don't die a copy"