A wave rippling across the ways.      

…simply, w0w.  Great line of verse, A.

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A:  Cosmos-natured warriors who've trained beside breakers in the rising sun & pray on blessed death with each breath and live the present day as if death is an assurance of honor, not of horror, this moment of life the purest blessing, not a slog, …walking this awakening in stillness amidst the fury of dollars and the senseless unsacred take & take (…but in silence and the depth of knowing honor iz found in the balance between beings & the push-pull of the moon and the seas; the hot-cold wind….)  Hushed by the sword in undue hands, …but not quelled.  How could such a thing be honored & then deliberately slain by a force of words alone?  It’s not possible.  Q…uieted, meek, …@ restless rest.

B:  …& then the corporate-politico ilk who base all decisions, all notions irregardless of the most cherished human matters, on the abacas beans of statisticians on calf-back chairs & the impunity of the closed manicured-fingered fist over keystrokers & spreadsheets; keen & ruthless…and wielding the power of words and chains for an indefinite era. 

A + B = C

C:  …C iz yet to be seen in full-bloom, …only speculated.  …A wave rippling across the ways.

& I hope, for the sake of our progeny & theirs, that it comes, after the culmination of one force against another, as a phenomenon of Renaissance-like understanding & not as the simultaneous explosion of volcanoes opening-up their fury from every Earthly point of molten emergence unto the lands...& this blessed race of complex beings…& their imperfections.

 [like the song Bravado; Rush, Roll The Bones]