I write books,
so I should know when a story is finished.
It's like my own version of Exodus.
I scream "May God give you peace!"
Then throw that book, into the flames.
I don't know peace, why should you?
Because, you are good.
And favored, by all the gods.
And I am the halo,
that helped you get there
by cleaning up my beautiful messes.
And cleansing my chaotic mind.