A cigarette in peace
I'd like to know where peace is
Maybe she's here
In this moment
On this stairway
Compared to tomorrow
Compared to what is yet to come
Maybe my peace has come and gone
Or maybe I didn't recognize her when I passed through
Maybe I just missed her
And she waved at me from the sand bar
Maybe  she's in this cigarette
And I'm disintegrating her sweet promise to ash
Maybe she's in all things fatal
Oh, the irony of the possibility.