I made my peace

Yes, I made my peace
Why then
The pangs do not cease
Why the ache
Why the tease
Why the heaviness
Why unease

A new equation
Tranquil equilibrium
Hides a vortex
That tugs
To tear asunder
A calm that conceals
Brownian motion

A veneer, a lie
A shroud I wear
Like my pride
False as it is thin
And about to tear

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