Peace be upon you; And also with me - 

-- and all within me

Imagine being many

A pantheon of souls

A galaxy born from a stray dream

An idle thought turned semen seed and grown

Expanding facets of self -- blossomed to full 

And flowered to flesh of mind

Mature in astral attitude

Speaking with the retro or futurist swagger

And accent of a Time known only to Ancestors

-- or descendants from some parallel or tangential Era

Imagine those well wishes of peace

As common as ‘how do ya do’  actually bearing weight

And taken at face value right out the gate

The words of spoken peace 

-- drifting across the field of reeds

In some paracosmic Elysium

Like dandelion seeds - 

Chased by the inner children of a fractured soul

Learning to be whole again

through collaboration and communication

Instead of the Great Pretend and Elaborate Façade

Of Acting as One Singular Mask

Peace be upon you Traveler

Who I know not, or all of who or what you carry

May your dreams proffer fruit that nurtures and 

Feeds your soul (as many as you have; as many pieces there may be)

And know that I, and my many,  imagine your life happy

And full of abundant peace,  passion, and adventure