Peace

A moment of blink and the world mutates into surreal chaos,

chilling air has knives to digs into pores,

standing in knee high blades of stingy wet grass,

naked, confused and paralyzed in reason,

staring up at night sky where two moons hold court of attention

before distant sound of wolf's cry sends icicles down spine.

Unable to muster a single recollection to explain

this descent into a dimensional lair of madness.

Then the sense of loneliness cripples,

panic floods from fear this is eternity with no clue if it is heaven or hell.

Footsteps heard in the darkness,

murmurs from disembodied voices possess eerie sensation,

still unable to move or find escape, attempts to call for help or scream fail.

Suddenly, a hand wearing surgical gloves appears out of nowhere,

holding a needle, which is injected into a veins.

Surroundings shrink into image on poster of wall with word peace underneath

as form belonging to hand becomes completely visible,

truth hardly a welcome change while watching embalmer's face,

never imagining how divine curse makes atheist's mind keeps functioning

even though body pronounced dead.