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by ddavidd Jun 14, 2025 category : Miscellaneous / Misc. poems
A samurai strikes from the pivot point of death-intent, that puse where stillness and motion become one. His blade arcs not from rage, but from resolve, a will honed to the fine edge of his own end. He does not seek to kill, but to stand at the peace waring against war where death shall swerve from his own to any who oppose. Each swing: a question flung into fate, answered only in the breath between life and letting go.